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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Q was so skilled at running Bond that the older agent didn't even realize he was being handled. All he knew was that he felt loved and needed and the anger and hurt he'd felt had evaporated. He could kiss Q and enjoy him, he could touch him with care. There was no urge to break or destroy anymore.

"You better," he replied between kisses.

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"Or what?" Q asked in a soft and teasing tone.

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And that cheeky reply actually drew a smile from him.

"Or I'll make you," he replied warmly. Bond kissed him again then, this time absolutely claiming him. His own lip tasted a bit metallic from where it had been crushed between teeth but the kiss itself was deep and passionate. Bond rutted against Q, and he moaned softly as pleasure coursed through him.

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Q chuckled breathlessly, then gasped as Bond began to rut.

"God, I love you," he murmured.

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"I'm going to spend the rest of my life making you say that. Just like that," he purred, slowly working kisses down Q's neck and chest and then mapping his torso.

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"You wont tire of my constant adoration? You wont miss the sly digs and my wicked tongue?" Q asked, panting a little and arching off the bed.

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"Q, I don't think I could make you stick to a script or hold your tongue no matter how hard I tried," Bond answered, then burrowed into the softness of Q's stomach.

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Q was surprisingly ticklish, and he gasped before starting to giggle and squirm, already a little breathless and flushed.

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Bond kept contact, kissing and tickling Q until the man simply squirmed too much. Then he looked up at him and Bond had actually managed to find a smile.

"Maybe I can get you to hold your tongue," he teased.

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Q blushed a bright red, though he was doing his best to look like his calm and composed self.

"I don't know what you mean. I'm not that ticklish," he insisted.

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"Of course not, Q," Bond replied dryly. Then he began to lick him, little flicks of a nearly dry tongue, He found the man's navel and circled it, then pressed kisses down the line fo hair that lead from his navel to his cock.

Bond didn't tease Q for long, parting his lips and closing them around the head of the man's cock to lick and taste and suck slowly.

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"Your mouth, double-o seven, is absolutely sinful," Q moaned. It's a weapon all of it's own.

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Bond moaned around the mouthful. It was a sound of agreement and of pleasure at what he took as a compliment. He began to bob on the length, his tongue undulating against the shaft to drive Q out of his mind.

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When Bond sped up, Q lost the ability to really do or say much. He became little more than a panting mess on the bed, bucking and moaning as he curled his toes.

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He sucked him until he tasted precome grow thicker on his tongue then he pulled away and wrapped his hand around the slick flesh to pull him off.

"God, just listen to you," he said softly. "I never want to share you, Q. I never want to. I will. I can and I will, but I'm such a selfish man. I want you all for myself."

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Q whimpered and nodded- And honestly, Bond could have demanded he wear a bloody chastity belt in that moment, and Q probably would have agreed. Anything to keep Bond's hands on him.

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"I want to take you apart one day. I want to see what makes you tick. It's only fair...you do it to me," he said, ducking down to lick the tip of his cock again.

"Mmm, god, you taste good. I need you. I need you, Q," Bond murmured.

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"Only if you swear you'll put me back together after," Q moaned, squirming eagerly beneath Bond.

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Bond reached for the lube and he hitched up Q's leg, then proceeded to slick him in the slowest possible way. Tip of his finger, tracing the shape of him, feeling every wrinkle and every fold.

He pressed in and licked Q's cock at the same time.

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Q cried out, clenching around Bond's finger and moaning softly.

"Oh god. Oh, fuck... James. Please..."

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Q's words shot straight to his cock. He'd been eager before, and now he could hardly control himself. He slicked Q more, more, then he was moving into place so he could slide in. Q was such a picture as he lay on the pillow, his eyes blown dark with need and his lips puffed from kisses.

"Say please again," he said, just the tip violating the younger man.

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"Please," Q whimpered, too far gone to think twice about begging Bond for what he so desperately needed in that moment.

"Please. ...Please," he begged.

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It was unfair how Q could undo him with just a word. Please hit him and Bond nearly lost control. He sank in then, inch by inch until he was balls deep within Q. He gave the man a moment to adjust and then he began to move, his whole body writhing as he pumped his hips hard.

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Crying out, Q surrendered to the intrusion, clawing at Bond and panting as they moved together on the bed.

"God, I love you. I love you..." he babbled, content to spend the rest of the night just like this, rolling about in bed, tangled together and writhing in ecstasy.