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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"I'd make sure I was worth every penny," Q murmured, entwining himself with the other man, then settling in against him.

"You make my life worth something, double-o seven," he said, the words spoken so softly that they were barely even a whisper.

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But Bond heard them and he closed his eyes. He felt the same way. Before Q he would have been a name on a memorial wall...if that. His service would be forgotten, his successes gone to time.

But Q loved him and that changed everything.

He turned to kiss the secret away again, tasting the truth of it.

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Q returned the kiss eagerly, boldly even. Sometimes he worried that Bond believed the things he enjoyed behind closed doors made him meek.

He wasn't meek at all. He was certain that even at his lowest, that had never been the case.

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There was little in the world he loved more than when Q got aggressive with him. He returned the kiss with the same fervor, gripping the man's hair.

"God, yes," he exhaled, pulling Q tight to his chest and arching against him. He felt the tension within him from the day's failure begin to let go as he turned the energy on Q.

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Q gasped at the pull on his hair, clawing at Bond's shoulders as he rutted against the other man.

"I need you. I love you," he babbled.

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Bond let go of him abruptly to shove his bottoms off, only to turn on Q and practically tear the other man's off of him to get him naked.

"I want you to ride me. I want to watch you," he said, ducking in to bite Q's shoulder and suck a mark.

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Q pouted a bit at that. He always pouted when anyone asked him to do anything terribly physical.

"And here I thought the whole point of wooing a double-o was to lay back and let them do the work," he muttered, reaching for his bag to retrieve the small tube of lubricant he'd taken to travelling with. It had made its way to the bottom, but he found it easily enough.

Settling on his knees, he prepared himself discreetly. He was a touch bashful about it, actually. His head ducked and cheeks faintly pink.

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"Is that so?" he smirked, watching Q prepare himself. "Then maybe I'll have you climb on and I will do all the work. You can brace yourself on my chest and I'll fuck you until your legs buckle," he said dangerously.

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Muttering something rude under his breath, Q moved to straddle Bond's legs.

He was all sharp lines and edges, angular and pointy looking, even as he ducked low and dragged his tongue up the underside of Bond's cock.

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The sound Bond made was easily mistaken for a groan of pain, but it truly wasn't that. Q's tongue was sinful and he'd not expected anything more than sinking into the man. This was...bliss. Utter bliss. Perfect torture.

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Q took his time, tracing every ridge and vein with the tip of his tongue, before taking the stiff length between his lips.

His eyes fluttered shut, letting the man's cock hit the back of his throat before starting gently bob and suck.

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Bond arched, his shoulders pressing into the bed as he thrust his hips into the wetness of Q's mouth. He swore, not only in English, babbled in French and Russian, too. His fingers plunged into Q's hair to hold on.

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Q didn't stop until he was certain he had Bond right on the edge, and when he pulled back it was abrupt and sudden. A little cruel, even.

A faint smirk played on his lips, and he shifted so he was just out of reach.

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He was on the very edge, panting and whimpering and bucking up. Even after Q pulled away he was still pumping his hips searching for friction.

"Christ, Q, please," he begged, not above pleading for it. Anyone else he would have been stoic but with Q he was helpless.

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"It's so very odd hearing you say please," Q replied, looking even more smug as he got to his feet to retrieve his glass of bubbly, leaving Bond on the bed.

He turned his back on the man briefly, offering a good view of his bum as he turned on some music and sipped his drink.

He was teasing the man- Taunting him, even. It was a dangerous game to play with someone like Bond, but Q had always liked a little danger. He liked feeling as though he was dancing a bit close to the edge, without ever going over.

"Do you want a glass?" he offered.

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Bond watched him long enough to determine he wasn't coming right back to bed and then he sat up. He got to his feet and stalked over, pressing against Q's back and reaching round to hold his throat.

"I'll drink yours," he said, plucking the flute from Q's hand.

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"Very rude," Q tutted, rocking back against Bond and smiling faintly. "I was enjoying that."

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"I was enjoying you," Bond countered. "And then you had to get this..."

He sipped the champagne but at the same time he thrust forward, his cock seated in the crack of Q's arse, nestled perfectly.

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Gasping, Q swallowed hard and rocked back gently as he reached for the glass again.

"You're so impatient," he tutted playfully.

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"I just want what I want...when I want it," he replied, nibbling along Q's neck and rutting obscenely against his arse. "Fuck, you feel good..."

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"So do you," Q moaned, the sound shifting from pleasure to annoyance as he heard Bond's phone start to ring.

"Ignore it. It's just M, I'm sure. You can call him later- I need you now," Q purred.

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Bond put the bubbly down and instead took hold of Q's cock in his hand.

"He'll just keep calling," he said, stroking the man slowly.

Despite Bond's declaration of devotion, of love, his pledges and vows, Queen and country came before Q and he let the man go to check his phone. He looked at the display and swiped to answer.

"Bond."

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huffing a bit, Q chased Bond's palm for a moment, then pulled away, skulking back off to bed. He could hear M prompting Bond to brief him on what had happened, and he sighed as he wiggled his way beneath the covers and curled up.

One day he was going to find a way to secretly block calls from the office to ensure an uninterrupted night.

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Bond gave his report, standing straight and square. It didn't matter he was naked with a cock aching for attention. By the time he'd finished with the briefing he'd flagged.

"Yes, sir," he said. "Of course." And he ended the call and came back to bed, afraid he'd find Q had wanked and went to sleep.

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Q hadn't, but he was looking a touch sulky as he lay curled up on his side.

"What did M say?" he asked.