Q

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They'd flown to Beijing on a comercial flight, first class of course, and their regional agent had a car waiting for them. A few pleasantries over a fast meal and then they were on their way to their destination. Q had a veritable tech center packed up. Bond had guns and the agent on the ground had the car packed with explosives and thermite.

In theory the mission should go off without incident. Break in, set a bomb, get out. It was just a weapons warehouse- so they'd been told. A place where black market Soviet warheads came in and went out with regularity- so they'd been told.

"The air here is awful," Bond complained. "I hate Beijing."

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[quartermaster_q]

"Of course," Q nodded. "Our boss seemed to think he might not be able to fly for at least a few days, is that true?" he asked, his bag of junk food and various sweets growing heavy enough that he had to move it to his other hand.

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"No flying," Jiang nodded. "If you need to get out of the country I'd suggest a boat or a train. Singapore and Hong Kong are lovely."

Bond wandered in and took the bag from Q so he could poke around in it- mostly looking for a drink.

[quartermaster_q]

Q hummed, clearly not pleased with the news, but nodded.

"Alright Jiang, thank you," he sighed.

Jiang only nodded and left.

Alone with Bond, Q fidgeted a bit, then tapped on the man's shoulder to get his attention.

"I can't sign," he said, speaking slow and clear in hopes that Bond could read his lips. "I can't sign, and you aren't allowed to fly."

He didn't need words to know what Bond was looking for though, and he sifted through the bag and offered the man a C100. A popular Chinese drink that was brimming with electrolytes.

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Bond would have preferred something alcoholic but in truth the electrolytes were probably better for him. He smiled at Q as he took it.

It was a fortunate thing he was adept at reading lips. How many times had he sat with a scope or binoculars on some diplomat or attache, watching their mouths to get an idea of what they were saying. The damned Russians made a habit of keeping their coffee cups in front of their lips to kill such efforts.

"No flying. I got that," he said. Then his smile turned seductive. He was so terribly predictable after a mission. And the more dangerous, the more predictable. "What will we do with our time?" he purred.

[quartermaster_q]

"You're going to drink up and rest," Q replied, moving to keep himself out of reach.

He knew himself well enough to know that if Bond so much as touched him, he'd bend to the double-o's whims.

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He huffed a soft laugh and then cracked open the drink. Swallowing was the oddest sensation as the pressure in his ears changed. He drank nearly half in one go.

"I'm going to take a shower...and maybe throw these clothes away. I smell like, well, an explosion," he chuckled, heading for the bathroom. He put the drink down and his clothes began to fall to the floor.

[quartermaster_q]

Alone Q let out a breath he'd not realized he'd been holding, thankful Bond was alright.

Sitting on the bed, Q took a water for himself, along with a bag of pre-cooked scallops that were individually wrapped. You might expect such an oddity to be quite disgusting, but Q knew they were actually delicious, and he happily nibbled away.

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Bond was genuinely surprised Q didn't join him, but then again he knew he smelled of smoke and sweat. Not to mention his ears rang with a high pitched noise that had come on quite abruptly. He cleaned up and came out in a towel, using another to dry his hair and shoulders.

He took a sniff now that he didn't stink and he made a face.

"What are you eating?" he asked.

[quartermaster_q]

Q didn't answer, he only held one little wrapped scallop out in offering as he popped another into his mouth.

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Bond took it and inspected it, thinking that some things about China were just odd. He was glad, at least, that it wasn't miniature. Unwrapping the scallop, he popped it into his mouth.

"Mmm," he smiled, pleasantly surprised. "Give me another," he added, then dropped to his knees between Q's legs and held the man's thighs. It was clear he wanted to be fed, not just be given the treat to deal with himself.

[quartermaster_q]

Q raised a brow, but fed bond the next one, smiling faintly and unwrapping another as he spoke.

"I feared I'd lost you," he confessed. "I heard the bang and..."

He trailed off, waving his hand a bit and sighing.

"Stupid of me, I know. ...How are your ears? Ringing, I imagine."

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Bond nodded as he chewed slowly. His hands crept higher up Q's thighs until he was holding his hips and shifting in closer.

"I'm fine," he promised, and though he wasn't he sounded confident and sure enough that in the moment it must be true.

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Q nodded, then patted the bed beside him.

"Get off the floor, James."

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He began to rise but instead of sitting beside Q he met him eye to eye and then began to push him back, seeking a kiss. He was wound up beyond reason and his lust was a powerful thing.

"If you say so, Q," he said, following Q backward, chasing his lips.

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Q wanted to protest, to remind Bonf that he ought to be resting... However, all he managed was a moan as he returned the kiss and held on tight.

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Bond couldn't hear him but he felt the moan against his lips and the sensation went straight to his cock. His tongue pressed in, licking Q's as he deepened the kiss. He pushed him back, back, down onto the bed and crawled on top of him.

"I love you," he exhaled softly, lifting up enough that he could undo Q's buttons in search of skin.

[quartermaster_q]

"I know you can't hear me, but I do hope my body language is making it clear I think you're a stupid, wicked man, who ought to be sleeping or something," Q huffed- Though he didn't stop Bond from trying to undress him.

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Bond wasn't paying attention to Q speaking...he was focused on undressing him. He ducked low to kiss the man's bare chest, content to breathe him in.

It was brilliant to be alive. There was no better aphrodisiac than coming home alive when he'd faced down death.

[quartermaster_q]

"Even if you could hear me, you wouldn't be listening, would you," Q huffed, stretching his arms above his head lazily as he settled in.

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"You keep talking and I can't hear you," Bond chuckled. "I wish I could. Your voice goes straight to my cock. I love it. I love you..."

[quartermaster_q]

"Well, this is my one opportunity to speak without consequence," Q countered, well aware Bond still couldn't hear him. "I could say anything, and you'd never know."

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"God, you taste good," Bond said, working his way lower so he could muzzle Q's cock through his trousers. The anticipation of the man's pants was always exciting and he slowly undid his fly to expose him.

[quartermaster_q]

"Hate to disappoint, but their terribly normal today, actually. I didn't pack anything terribly scandalous," Q apologized ad Bond reached the navy blue briefs. "Perhaps we'll go shopping..."

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Bond had been conditioned with regards to Q's pants that even plain ones were arousing. He rubbed the ridge of the man's erection and finally looked up to his face.

"It's odd, not hearing you..." he said. "I'm so sorry I've taken it for granted."

[quartermaster_q]

Q laughed, then tugged on Bond, pulling him up for a proper kiss.

"I hope you don't forget that," he chuckled.