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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[quartermaster_q]

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

[0_0_7]

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.

[quartermaster_q]

"I know," Q quipped breathlessly, melting against the mattress and his pillows, then squirming a little.

"As are you, James."

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He withdrew slowly and then fell to the side, close enough to kiss Q's arm.

"How could I possibly be so lucky as to have won you?" he asked between kisses.

[quartermaster_q]

"Oh, you won me, did you?" Q asked with a playful smile, slipping his arms around Bond and embracing him.

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"I did," he smiled, leaning in and rubbing his nose against Q's. "You're quite the prize."

[quartermaster_q]

"Oh?" Q purred, stealing a kiss. "Well, if I was to be won, I'm glad I was won by you. That I'm all yours."

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"Mmm, I like that. And you get the same in return. I am hopelessly, completely yours, Q. Entirely," Bond said.

[quartermaster_q]

"You better be," Q purred, nipping at Bond's shoulder, then biting down just hard enough to leave his mark. "I'll not share you with a soul."

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Bond laughed softly and squirmed to get away from the sharp teeth. He grabbed Q and pushed him onto his back and straddled him, holding hims down.

"You bit me," he said. "I can't believe you bit me."

[quartermaster_q]

"What can I say, double-o seven? You're delicious," Q grinned, loooking up at Bond with a smirk.

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He purred, a low sound that rumbled in his chest. Bond caught Q's wrists and pinned him to the bed then bent to catch Q's bottom lips gently between his teeth. He didn't bite long before he was sucking, then outright kissing the smirk away.

[quartermaster_q]

Q couldn't help himself, he moaned loudly, arching against Bond and panting softly.

He was spent, but it was obvious that Bond's attention was having an effect on him.

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"You're insatiable. Why do we ever get out of bed?" he asked, nipping along Q's jaw, then biting a bit harder down the line of his throat.

[quartermaster_q]

"Work, usually," Q gasped, bucking up and whimpering softly.

"Which is also why we need to sleep tonight. Tomorrow will no doubt be very long and tedious."

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"But why, when I can keep doing this..." Bond said softly, moving to Q's nipple. With the way the younger man was reacting he was sure he could make him come just one more time. Bond was spent, unable to do anything again, but he had hands and a mouth and Q was so tempting.

[quartermaster_q]

"Oh- Wicked, wicked man..." Q whimpered. "Please, Bond, I can't. I really... I can't. I'm so bloody exhausted."

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Bond looked up at him with sad eyes and a pretty pout.

"You can't?" he asked, then sighed. "All right. Sleep if you must."

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Visibly torn between sleep and lust, Q whimpered a little as he wet his lips.

"You're so very mean sometimes James."

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"Mean? I'm so very eager to make you come again. To thoroughly exhaust you so you sleep better than you have in weeks. How is that mean?" he asked, gently caressing the hard plane of Q's chest and the softness of his belly.

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"Cruel. An absolute monster," Q accused with a tiny whimper and a mewl, his spent cock twitching and his body tensing slightly. "It's terribly unfair when you're like this. How on earth am I supposed to say no?"

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"If I knew you really meant it, I'd stop," Bond said softly, taking Q's cock in hand to bring him to attention again. "If you're really so tired...if you really want me to quit..."

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Q let out a soft cry, bucking up and trembling as pleasure declared war on exhaustion.

"Please," he cried out, panting and clawing at the sheets.