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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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.

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"He said Six is working to find the ring and he'll let me know as soon as something turns up," he said, sliding into bed and against Q to touch him tenderly.

"And that he's had a talk with the head of the CIA about their former operatives hobbies," he added. "Apparently Tony's been using resources he shouldn't have access to anymore."

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"He's doing the right thing though," Q replied. "You can't say his heart isn't in the right place."

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"No, I don't blame him at all. Someone has to do something," he agreed, easing in close and kissing Q's shoulder.

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Leaning in, Q stole a soft kiss.

"You do good work too you know," he murmured.

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"I do try," he replied, then smirked just a little. Quick as lightning he grabbed Q and pushed him face down and crawled onto him, straddling his thighs. His cock settled against his arse and Bond began to kiss across his shoulders.

"But where were we before the phone rang?" he murmured.

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Q yelped a little, but didn't fuss or struggle. Instead he settled in, getting comfortable and stealing Bond's pillow.

"I don't recall. You were on the phone so long," he replied with a dramatic little sigh. "Hours it felt like..."

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He kept himself braced up and rutted against Q until he was hard again.

"Not that long," he said, kissing Q's shoulders and neck. "You're the one who's impatient, I think."

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"Only when it comes to you," Q murmured.

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Bond curled over him and leaned in close to speak in Q's ear.

"What I'd give to hear you say please again..." he whispered.

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Bond's voice went straight to his cock, and Q gasped a little as he rutted gently against the mattress.

"Don't show your hand, Bond. Never show your hand," Q tutted. "Now that I know what you want, I'll only make you work for it."

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"I'm happy to work for it," he said. The lube Q had prepared himself with earlier made Bond's cock slide easily deeply seated. He fitted against the entrance but didn't try to slide in. "God, you feel so good..."

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Q wiggled slightly, lifting his arse and arching his back.

"How good?" he purred.

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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.