Q

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The tie came undone and he left it hanging round his neck. Bond began to unbutton his shirt- one, then another- then he stopped at Q's words.

"You don't expect me to dance, do you?" he asked as he stopped with his buttons and took off his suit coat instead. He laid it over the nearest chair back, then turned back to Q.

One more button.

"Do you?"

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"Well, I wouldn't object," Q replied, though the hint of a smile on his lips made it clear he was only teasing.

"God, you are- You are stunning. You must be England's most beautiful weapon."

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Bond smiled at that.

"And you wield me...better than anyone else," he said. "A keystroke, a word, that's all it takes for you to aim me and fire."

Another button, then another. He tugged the tail of his shirt from his trousers and opened it completely. Then Bond undid his cuffs and slipped it off, quickly following it with his undershirt.

Bare chest, scars and all, he stood before Q and felt perfect. Clean. Q's gaze made him feel beautiful. Not that he didn't think highly of himself...but Q's gaze made him feel as if he were perfect.

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Q's pulse fluttered at the sight of him, and he moved closer just so he could touch him.

"I'm the luckiest man in London," he murmured, his fingers dancing lightly over Bond's chest.

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"Funny...I was just thinking the same thing," Bond replied, taking hold of Q's face to pull him in to kiss him.

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Moaning into the kiss, Q slipped his arms around the other man and embraced him.

He was already half hard, and he rutted gently against the other man.

"Want you," he whispered. "God, James... I want you."

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"And you scold me for being impatient," he countered, hands roaming Q's body. One slid to his hip, then around to his arse to pull him close.

"...Needy..."

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"Fine, I'm needy," Q sighed, leaning into Bond and smiling faintly. "Don't you want to see what I've got on underneath though?" he grinned, nipping at James' jaw.

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Bond groaned softly and clutched at Q.

"God, yes," he exhaled. "That's the part I always look forward to."

Bond began to walk backward, tugging Q along as he made his way to the bedroom.

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Q began unbuttoning his shirt as Bond pulled him along, getting it open before they stepped into the bedroom.

"You should do the honours then," he grinned.

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He took the opportunity as it was given, pushing Q's shirt off then reaching for his fly. His hands were slow and well practiced as he undid the man's fly to reveal what pants Q had chosen for the day.

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Q shifted his hips until his trousers slid down, revealing what was hidden beneath.

"Will these do? Not my most exciting pair, but..."

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"But very nice," Bond replied, tracing the accentuated shape of him with light fingertips.

"My God, you are so tempting, Q," he said then, admiring the sight of him. Hands moved, skimming over Q's hips and stomach only to return to his erection. "Tempting isn't a forceful enough word. Bewitching, perhaps."

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"Mmm," Q moaned, arching into Bond's touch with a breathless sigh.

"Not nearly as tempting as you," he murmured, groping Bond and pulling him close again- as if he couldn't stand to have distance between them.

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Bond crashed against him then, breaking like a wave. There was hardly the space for a breath and then he had possession of Q's mouth, kissing him hard, eager. One hand rose so he could plunge his fingers into the unruly mop of thick, dark hair, the other wound round Q so their bodies were flush, one against the other.

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"I love you," Q gasped between kisses. "I love you so much, James..."

His own hands moved to hold Bond's hips, and he rocked against him with a needy little whimper of a sound.

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He grew rough, claiming Q's lips, gripping him tightly. He didn't need to hit him to hurt him, and hurt him in the best ways. Bond pulled Q's hair, forcing his chin high. With throat bared it gave him the opportunity to graze his teeth over the vulnerable flesh, He could feel Q's pulse and the scent of him clouded Bond's judgment.

"I need you," he rasped. "I need you in a hundred ways all at once..."

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Q hissed and whimpered, but the sounds were wanton and needy.

"Please," he gasped. "Bond, please... I need you too."

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Bond slid his hand down Q's back an in beneath the band of his pants so he could grope Q's arse. He moved them as a unit to the bed. When they reached the edge he sat, pulling Q along, then fell back to have the younger man on top of him. Bond could feel how hard Q was, how hot, and it only served to make his mouth water.

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It was easy to settle in atop of Bond, straddling his hips and leaning over him to steal another kiss.

"You taste like sin," he whispered.

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"You feel like heaven," he replied. Hands, broad and rough, smoothed over bare skin. Bond looked up at him but when he got close enough to kiss Bond closed his eyes. It made it easier to savor the taste of Q's tongue.

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Q ground down on Bond's lap, panting and wriggling as he searched for a bit more friction.

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He wanted more, craved more, yet was content to thrust up to meet Q and grind against him. The frottage was maddening and delicious. He was always in a rush to find satisfaction but there was something quite enjoyable about the winding up.

Bond reached to pull Q down for another kiss, gasping for breath when the other man moved just right and provided the most perfect friction. He needed his trousers off. He needed skin.

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"You're wearing far too much clothing," Q panted, trying to tug Bond's trousers down with fumbling fingers.

"Get them off, double-o seven," he sulked.

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Bond reached down to comply, then smiled as his hands hit Q's thighs.

"You'll have to move so I can take them down," he said, wriggling to push them lower.

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Q pouted, but moved off Bond and flopped onto the bed.

"We should never wear clothes when we're home," he decided.