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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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."

[quartermaster_q]

"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.

[quartermaster_q]

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.

[quartermaster_q]

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."

[quartermaster_q]

"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.

[quartermaster_q]

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..."

[quartermaster_q]

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.

[quartermaster_q]

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.

[quartermaster_q]

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."

[quartermaster_q]

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.

[quartermaster_q]

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?"

[quartermaster_q]

"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.