Q

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They only stayed away for a couple days and then came back to the city. Bond insisted Q see a specialist and start physio right away to recover. The young man went, demanding to be unescorted and came hime in new bandages. The next day he'd left early and hadn't come back until late and had gone straight to bed with some pain medication.

The next morning Bond rose early and showered and shaved, then brewed coffee. When he went into wake Q the man was playing on his phone, only surface gauze on the back of his hand.

"What the bloody..." he said.

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Tied as he was it was easy to grab him and push him back into place.

"Be quiet," he said. "When I want you to talk I'll take the gag off. For now you can show me what I want to see."

He held the camera steady and reached down to give Q's arse a smack. Not hard, he thought it best to test the man's reaction before launching into a full spanking.

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Usually Q loved this sort of thing- Craved it even, and was desperate to get it from Bond above all others.

Today, however... Today he didn't want to be treated roughly. He didn't want to be used or pushed. ...The ropes and ties felt safe, but he wanted to be cherished. Not hurt.

He let out a nervous little sob, his whole body tensing as his mind yanked him back to that room and the tall man, and he shook his head a little, hoping Bond would understand that he wasn't ready for that.

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He understood instantly and the camera beeped as he shut it off and put it aside. Then he found his way back between Q's legs and he began to kiss any pain away. He hadn't even hit him hard enough to bring colour to his skin but he kissed it all away nonetheless. His tongue drew circles across Q's cheek and then he moved a bit so he could kiss his thighs.

It was remarkable how tender and gentle the killer could be.

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Q relaxed slowly, bit by bit, until at last he was melting under Bond's attention again.

It felt good to struggle lightly against the ropes, and he moaned softly to make sure Bond knew how content he was.

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Bond kissed him more, pushing up his shirt to kiss the small of his back. A hand held his hip firmly but gently and after a moment he was doing little more than brushing lips and nose against Q's skin.

"Can I keep you like this?" he asked softly. "Can we play with the rope all day? Tying you this way and that? All day? Making you come all day? Kissing you all day?" he asked, punctuating each question with kisses.

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Q nodded eagerly, perhaps a bit sooner than his pride liked.

Wiggling, he tried to turn back over though, wanting to look at Bond- To kiss him, to just be near him.

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When Q rolled over and Bond saw his face he couldn't stop himself. He leaned down to kiss his lips, first the bottom, then the top. Q was in no position to kiss him back and after toying with him for a long moment Bond reached to untie the gag.

"You taste so good," he murmured and caught Q's face to kiss him properly.

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Q returned the kiss as soon as he was able, moaning softly into it and trying to press closer.

"I love you," he gasped quietly.

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Bond kissed him again and again, murmuring of love and need. He reached down and fondled Q through his pyjamas then slipped his hand inside to stroke him. He wasn't surprised a bit by how hard and eager he was.

"Should I make you come or should I make you wait? Equally tempting..."

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Q didn't answer, he was fairly certain he wasn't being asked. Instead he focused on trying to thrust into Bond's palm, panting and gasping as his hips lifted and his toes curled.

"Bond," he moaned softly, soft eyes locked on those icy blues of Bond's.

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Bond moved again so he could pull Q's bottoms and pants down around his bound thighs all the way to the rope. The man's cock stood proudly at attention and Bond began to tease him. A single fingertip from base to tip. A pass over the weeping tip. Bond wet his lips.

"You make me want to do the most wonderful, awful things to you," he said.

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"If anyone is going to be doing wonderful and awful things, I'd very much want it to be you," Q assured him with a deep groan and a needy little mewl. "Though I'd be just as content to be bound at your heels while you watch telly and drink your scotch. Being near you is intoxicating enough."

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"Mmm, well if I'm going to make you my pet for the day..." he purred then ducked his head and began to lick Q's cock, teasing the slit and the cord underneath the was so insanely sensitive. He needed Q mad with lust before he let him come and he knew he could drive him wild with a hundred tiny licks.

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Q whimpered, hips twitching and body arching to meet Bond.

"Please," he gasped. "Please..."

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When he was sure Q had weathered all he could stand Bond began to suck him in earnest. It was fast and wet, hungry and obscene. Wet noises filled the room as Bond bobbed on him. He smeared spit from his chin with a finger to ease the way as he toyed with Q's arse, then did it again so he was wet enough to slip inside and fuck his with just his finger.

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He'd already been so wound up and aroused, he didn't really stand a chance... Q pulled hard against his bonds as he came, crying out and bucking up as much as the ropes allowed.

"James," he whimpered, gasping and panting as he spilled across Bond's tongue.

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Bond purred in satisfaction as he sucked him clean and pulled off to leave him dry. He peppered Q's thighs and hips and belly with kisses and then crawled up him to smirk down at him.

"If I could earn a living sucking your cock..." he said, then kissed him tenderly.

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"I could never afford it," Q replied with a dopey little smile, chasing the kiss in search of another.

"My feet are starting to fall asleep," he confessed.

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"Then let's get you a bit more comfortable," he said, moving to untie Q.

It didn't take long and the rope lay on the bed as Bond rubbed the man's thighs and then massaged his wrists gently.

"I'm so awfully in love with you," he said softly.

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"As I am you," Q assured him, watching Bond's hands and smiling softly. "You're my whole world, James. You're... Everything."

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"Marry me still?" he asked, putting on a rather sweet smile. If they ever did wasn't the point. That they were both ready at any moment was what Bond found important.

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"Do you really want to wed me?" Q asked. "If you do, I'm yours, always and for eternity, James. I only wonder if perhaps marriage isn't meant for us. Perhaps I could just be yours, and you could just be mine. Forever, no matter what."

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"I would gladly make that vow, here without a priest," he smiled. "I am entirely yours, Q. You really are my whole world."

He kissed him once again, this time lingering and deepening it, gathering Q in his arms and pulling him down on top of himself as he laid back.

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Q was all long limbs and bones, but he was surprisingly graceful and unexpectedly solid as he settled in on top of James.

"Good," he murmured between kisses. "I'd hate to think you belonged to anyone else."

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"No one else," he breathed, kissing Q eagerly and rutting against him a little. The friction was a relief and Bond was almost certain that if Q kept this up he'd come in his pants like a boy.