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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He paced and had his drink, paced and nicked a cigarette and smoked inside since he couldn't step out or even open a window. He petted which did calm him just a bit. then he ultimately stalked into the bathroom. He was still only in his pants but he had no gun this time. He had only one express purpose as he pushed into the shower stall and forced Q up against the wall.

"You're an arse," he said, more pouting now than anything.

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Fresh out of the shower, Q was very much still damp and nude as Bond pushed him into place.

"It was a perfectly harmless tease," he countered.

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"Hardly," Bond snapped. "You've no idea how terrifying it is, keeping you safe. My worst nightmare is something happening to you. That someone will take you again. Hurt you. It's not a laugh, Q," he snarled.

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"I'm perfectly safe here, Bond. There's no need to fuss," Q assured him. "Right now the only threat is you," he purred.

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Bond grabbed Q's narrow shoulders and pushed him against the wall. His blue eyes were stormy as feelings boiled in him- emotions of worry and fear, of paranoia and doubt- emotions he knew he couldn't make Q understand.

"I can't believe you think this is funny," he glowered.

[quartermaster_q]

Q wasn't frail, but he did gasp in pain when Bond shoved him.

"Get off," he huffed, pushing the other man in return. "I'm not in danger, so I don't see what you're so bloody upset about.”

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He was pushed back and away but only briefly. Moments later he was on Q again.

"Do you think I don't think enough about the awful things that could happen to you?" he asked. "Do you think that the thought of Paris or worse doesn't eat my brain in the quiet moments?"

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"Paris wont happen again," Q insisted, as if somehow he could be certain of that. "I know you worry, I worry about losing you all the bloody time. That worry is exactly why drills like this are important. ...I didn't intend to upset you. I just thought it might be humorous if I didn't tell you right away."

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"Your sense of humor is shit," Bond said, but Q's words and tone soothed him like a magic spell winding its way around a vicious beast. He softened and came closer and laid a hand on Q's waist gently.

"Absolute shit..." he added quietly.

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"Knowing there's no real danger does lighten the mood a bit though at least, hmm?" Q offered in reply, running his fingers across Bond's chest as he spoke.

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"Mmm. A bit," he agreed lightly, hooking Q's pyjama bottoms and using the band to pull him closer.

"I should take you over my knee for this stunt," he said then. "In the bedroom. In front of the mirror..."

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"Perhaps you should," Q agreed, gently flicking Bond's nipple and then pulling away. "Though the camera is still set up in the office..."

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His breath caught at that briefly.

"You're wicked," he said, pulling Q in so he could kiss his neck and taste his ear. "Will you put it on your blog when we're free?"

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"If you like," Q murmured, arching against Bond, and smiling faintly. "Or maybe I'll make it my screensaver," he quipped playfully.

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Q had Bond wrapped around his finger. With little more than a tone, a touch, and a suggestion he could make the older man bend to his will. Bond liked very much to think he was a storm, that his will was a force to be reckoned with- and truly his rage was extraordinary. But it was Q who knew just how to get Bond to bend to his will.

Kissing him tenderly, Bond began to pull Q to the office. He ignored the noises outside the flat and focused solely on the delicious, warm skin offered to him.

[quartermaster_q]

Q followed along, not worried in the least that six might best his defences as he strolled into the office and sat down on the pull out sofa.

"You should be my camera man sometime," he said thoughtfully. "Or perhaps I could be yours one day..."

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"You'd be mone? What would you like to see me doing?" he asked as he looked down at Q on the sofa and licked his lips.

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"Touching yourself... Showing off a little," Q replied thoughtfully. "I usually prefer to perform, but I do enjoy watching you, Bond. Always."

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"I"d rather watch you," Bond said, smiling a little at the idea that Q even entertained such thoughts.

"I'd rather watch your fingers on your skin. I'd rather see you pulling yourself off. The way you tip your head back. How your ass clenches as you push up into your fist..."

He absorbed all the little details, everything Q did. He didn't even need video.

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Some might have blushed, but Q simply offered a faint smirk. "You can watch me any time you like, double-o seven."

Getting up, he clicked the camera on and made sure it was focused on the sofa.

"I didn't think that was what you wanted when we came in here, but I'm happy to oblige..."

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"There are so many things I want from you right now," Bond replied softly.

"Let's start with you stripping out of those pyjamas..."

As he spoke he pulled a chair up alongside the camera so he could sit and watch Q, seeing what the lens saw.

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Q was happy to oblige, standing before the camera, his body perfectly framed as he started to slowly strip down. Though he wasn't looking at the camera, his gaze was locked on Bond.

"If you're going to take me over your knee, I almost feel as though I should leave the bottoms on," he teased. "...Or maybe I should have put something on beneath them."

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"Would you like to take a moment and go slip into something? You know I won't protest," Bond replied, eyes skimming up and down Q's trim, pale body. To him he was really the most beautiful creature alive. He felt so lucky that Q loved him just as much in return.

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"Only if you go put on a suit for me," Q replied. "We could both put on something, hmm? Surprise one another even..."

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"You don't like me sitting here in my pants?" he teased, then rose from his seat. It was impossible to hide his arousal.

"I know just the suit to wear," he said, grinning a little at Q. "Sort the camera before you come to the bedroom. Give me time to get into the loo."