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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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.

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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"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..."

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"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.

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"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."

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

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

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Bond moaned softly into Q's mouth, his whole body flush against the other man's. He rutted slowly, his breathing growing faster and heavier as his need grew.

No...he wouldn't forget. He'd appreciate Q all the more.

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Q touched his cheek, then stroked his fingers down Bond's spine.

"You are marvellous," he murmured.

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Bond arched and thrust against Q and captured his mouth in an eager kiss. His whole body moved serpentine against Q as he chased pleasure to the sound of a high pitched tone that did away with all sound but for what he could hear of his own voice when he spoke.

He licked at Q's lips, and sucked, and bit, even. His hands mostly kept him up but he did steal a caress or two.

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Q's hands roamed over Bond, tracing and exploring the familiar lines and curves. His touch was soothing, and a calm contrast to Bond's slightly more eager and frantic motions. If Bond was a storm tonight, Q was a breeze, relaxing and comfortable.

"I love you," Q said, speaking the words against Bond's skin, even though he knew they'd fall on deaf ears.

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Q's breath feathered over his skin and warmed him to his very core. He could tell Q was talking and he wished he could hear. The ringing was, in his opinion, a good sign. A sign he wasn't completely deaf. He'd hear the man again soon enough.

Bond pulled back and lifted up enough to look down at him.

"Do you know how much I want you?" he asked, then kissed him. "Need you?" came with another kiss. "Crave you..."

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"I do, I do," Q assured him between kisses, gasping and bucking up slightly as he bit his bottom lip.

"Wicked old man, you should be resting, I should make you go to bed. ...Should drug your bloody tea," he babbled, wriggling and searching for more contact.