Q

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There are men in the world who prey on boys and girls, who capture them and take them and thos innocents become slaves. These walking piles of shit and money can get away with it because of names and titles, because of cash and reputation. And to serve them there are slavers. Oh, in this modern age they've been sanitized to 'traffickers' but it doesn't change what they are.

Once, years ago, a boy with red hair and mismatched eyes brought a fair price. Not that Bond knew that. But the man at the other end of the club in the black shirt with the hidden gun, he knew. He was watching the same man the double-o was.

Bond and Q had come together mostly because Q was the kind who could get them in and Bond was the kind who'd follow along as the boffin's musle. It wasn't uncommon. The club was a headphone club and they were issued pairs to plug into receivers. That way the crowd could dance to the same music without the neighbors complaining of any heavy bass.

But before dancing Bond took Q to get a drink.

"See him?" he asked.

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"Oh, god," he groaned as Q bucked to meet him. "You make me weak in all the best ways. All you have to do is whisper and you bring me to heel. I want you. I need you. Christ, Q," he gasped.

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Q was so pleased that he was practically purring, and he looked positively smug as he arched his back again.

"I like when you say you need me."

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"Ohh," he exhaled. "You have no idea how much I need you. How I crave you. I swear I'm addicted to the taste of you," he said as he licked a stripe up Q's spine.

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Q was lapping up the attention and praise, practically preening as he rutted back playfully against Bond.

"Oh?" he asked. "And what is it I taste like, James?"

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"You taste like..."

He took another long slow lick.

"Salt and sweet, warm, like home," he said. "You taste like sex and you taste like tears and you taste like the scent of your pillow...you taste perfect."

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Q practically melted at that, letting out a content sigh as he wriggled beneath Bond.

"I like the way you taste as well. It's still lingering on my lips."

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"Is it? Prove it," he said, stretching up and then ducking in to catch Q's kiss over his shoulder.

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Q turned as much as he was able, kissing Bond with a smile on his lips.

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The kiss lacked finesse but not passion. Bond lunged in to nip and suck at Q's lips and tongue, his cock pressing hard into him.

"I need you," he said breathlessly. "Lift up. Do you want a pillow?"

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"Please," Q grinned, deliberately using that word.

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It was what he wanted to hear but not how he wanted it. Still, he reached for a pillow and lifted off Q so the man could put it under him. Bond moved down to kiss the divots at the top of Q's arse then lick the top of the crack.

"Need you," he murmured again.

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"Oh, your mouth is pure sin, Bond. That tongue of yours could take me apart," Q moaned. "It could take the world apart..."

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Bond took the lube from where Q had dropped it and slicked his cock, pressing kisses and drawing circles with his tongue as he did, then he moved up into position.

"I like the idea of taking you apart," he smiled and began to slide in, his girth stretching Q in the best way.

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Q moaned, arching into it and rocking back.

"Then every morning must be a gift," he panted. "Because you take me apart every time I look into your eyes, double-o seven."

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"You're such a poet. Such a mouth. Your...your voice," he groaned, arms locked to brace him up. "You think I take you apart...you undo me every time you speak."

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"Then I'll just never shut up, hmm?" Q purred, the words fading to a deep groan as he closed his eyes and took every last inch.

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"Never. Never. I always want you in my ear," he gasped, hips pistoning slow and steady as he reveled in the grip of Q's body. This would never get old. He loved the way Q felt, how he sounded, how he tasted, everything.

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"Harder," Q moaned, pushing up a little more onto his knees and urging the other man on.

Though honestly, this was perfect. Everything Bond did was perfect.

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Bond obliged, snapping his hips and hitting Q's arse hard enough to shove him up the bed bit by bit.

"I love that I can't hurt you," he said. "I love...love you. So strong..."

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"I Love that you don't try," Q whispered.

And he meant it. Even when he was rough, even when he didn't hesitate to use his strength, Bond never tried to hurt him. There was never anything cruel in how the double-o touched him.

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Bond kissed the back of his neck, his hips driving forward to sink into him again and again. It was bliss, he couldn't think of a better place to be. He needed to be close to Q, be part of him.

"Q," he gasped, the sound feathering across the man's skin.

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"James," Q groaned, lifting his hips to take himself in hand. "Please..." he panted softly, the word desperate and pleading.

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He held Q's hip with one hand, the other bracing him up. Hearing him say please like that went straight to his groin and Bond couldn't help but fuck him faster, harder. He was chasing his own release but he knew what Q liked, what he needed to get off.

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Q was so close already, so close...

Panting and moaning, he pulled himself off faster and faster until finally he came with a sharp whimper.

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Bond dipped down and sucked a kiss at the junction of Q's neck and shoulder, fucking him faster, sharper, and finally coming undone with a wanton groan. He slowed and stopped and sank down onto Q, peppering his back with kisses.

"God, you're magnificent," he gasped.