Q

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The night had taken an interesting turn. He'd sat with Q in the hospital and when that was sorted he had taken the cat to B. The cat was unchipped and he had to wait for it to wake up so it was almost 4am before he got back home with Oberon.

He was certain Q was asleep so he was quiet as he made his way through the flat to the bedroom.

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Bond looked back.

"I'm going to kill him," he said. "And this time I'm going to make sure he stays dead."

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"You're going to kill a man, because I tried to seduce him," Q said flatly. "That's ridiculous. You're being ridiculous."

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Ridiculous or not, Bond stopped at the credenza and pulled out more weapons. Bond was angry and he didn't deal with his emotions well in the best of times. Right now he was ready to murder the world.

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"You're an idiot," Q accused. "If you need to be angry with someone, be angry with me. I'm the one who disobeyed you. I'm the one who went to see him, and attempted to seduce him. Your rage is misplaced, and wont do any good. ...He can't die, James. He can't be killed."

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"Everyone can be killed," he said. But Q's words screwed into his brain. Yes...his anger was misplaced. He was angry with Q. Furious with him. But Bond had never loved like this before and he couldn't reconcile that love with this rage.

[quartermaster_q]

"Fine, kill him. But kill him tomorrow," Q sighed, making his way over to Bond and stroking his hand down the double-o's back.

"I'm sorry, alright, James? I'm sorry."

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It was like defusing a bomb. The tension in Bond's shoulders lessened and he exhaled softly.

"You tried to seduce him," he said quietly. He wasn't sure why it bothered him so much. He had no issues with Hex. Had no problem with Q taking other lovers.

But...bloody Torchwood.

[quartermaster_q]

"You've said it yourself, it's often the easiest way in," Q shrugged. "I didn't think you'd care."

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He couldn't argue with that- he'd said that very thing not long ago when he'd seduced a diplomat's wife to get the information he needed.

Bond put the second gun back down and turned to face him.

"Apparently I care quite a lot," he admitted.

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"I like that you're jealous," Q admitted, pressing closer as he spoke. "I wish you'd show it in other ways though. Storming off with a gun isn't the way to my heart."

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With Q's body pressed to him all the energy he had that had been anger shifted to desire instead. He held Q's arms and pulled him closer.

"I could prove it without murdering him, I imagine," he purred.

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"Much more effective too, I'd imagine- Since murdering him would be doing the impossible," Q pointed out, going still as Bond held him.

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Bond nodded but Harkness and Torchwood were ideas he was having a hard time hanging on to as he looked at Q. He was captivated by his eyes and his mouth was so tempting.

Too tempting.

Bond pulled him close and silenced him with a rough kiss.

[quartermaster_q]

Q let himself be silenced and claimed, behaving himself for once as he allowed Bond to wordlessly take the lead.

After the day they'd had, and the squabble, he was certain Bond deserved him on his best behaviour.

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Bond was full of fury still and it manifested in his touch and his kiss. He found himself manhandling Q toward the bedroom, kissing him ferociously. He smashed his own lip between their teeth and even though it hadn't been Q's fault he bit the man's lover lip in retaliation. He gasped for breath and began to tear at Q's clothes.

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Q whimpered at the bite, squirming a bit as he worried Bond might be a touch too upset tonight. The other man was always so careful with him... This was something totally new.

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He broke like the sea against Q, crashing against him again and again. Kissing, tasting, pulling. He tore at Q's clothes and stripped him a bit at a time until he was naked. The fact that he didn't so much as look at Q's pants was an indication that he was far too wound up for the simple pleasures he normally enjoyed.

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Q was panting, and eventually he had to push Bond back so he could catch his breath.

The other man was a storm of emotion, and Q was struggling not to get crushed by it all.

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When Q pushed him back Bond began to tear his own clothes off. He untied his tie and it was audible. One of the buttons on his shirt popped off and skittered across the floor. It only took seconds and he was naked. His cock was hard, standing at attention, and he closed the distance between then again so he could touch Q and taste him again.

[quartermaster_q]

As exciting as it was to see Bond so worked up and wound tight over him, to see that envious spark- It was also a touch frightening, if he was honest.

It was moments like this, when Bond was asserting himself so completely, that he worried about actually allowing the other man to collar him.

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Bond caught Q by the back of the neck with one hand and by the hair with the other. An inch this way, an inch that, and he could snap the young man's neck. Hands that could kill controlled him and pulled him close to kiss him again. He sucked at Q's lips then moved, pulling the man's head back, so he could carve a wet trail down his throat.

Bond was usually vocal enough, humming and groaning. But tonight he was silent, only the sound of skin on skin between them.

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Q, who so often begged for a bit of pain, suddenly went still and whimpered, painfully aware of the genuine danger he was in when Bond's hands were on him, and emotions were running wild. ...He trusted Bond, loved him completely, but he wasn't stupid enough to not remain aware of possible danger when it embraced him so completely.

"I love you," he said quietly. "Promise you'll be gentle tonight."

Though what he really was saying was. I'm not sure I can trust you to stay in control of yourself.

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Q had said so many things to him in moments of intimacy- but Bond had never heard that. Gentle? Gentle was the last thing on his mind. His skin crawled, his muscles craved pain and violence. But then there was Q's voice in his ear, soft and pleading and it cut through the haze.

He still held Q's head, but he pulled back to look at him.

It took him a long moment...

"I promise," he said, his hands softening, his grip loosening.

"

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Q relaxed slowly, no longer looking like a mouse caught in a trap.

"Thank you," he said softly, just before he leaned in and stole a kiss.

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Bond practically vibrated as he forced himself to be slow, be gentle. He kissed Q and concentrated on savoring him. It kept his lips soft, his kiss sweet.

"I love you," he said into the kiss. "I...I love you, Q."

He sounded conflicted. There was no doubt he loved Q, but he was having a very hard time reconciling love and this very real, very raw, jealousy.