Bond

[cuppa_q]

He'd been seeing both Harry and Bond once a week. Bond on Mondays, Harry on Thursdays. Two very different kinds of weekly 'dates;, two very different men, but two very similar sets of feelings for Q- Which said more about him then the men he was spending time with.

Tonight he'd been with Harry, just talking really- And it had been lovely. Harry was always so gentle with him, from his tone to his touch- Sometimes Q was certain he didn't deserve such kindness. Those were the thoughts that haunted his mind as he left the Headmaster's office and headed down the hall.

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Q gasped, but before he could protest he was kissing Bond, hands braced against the other man's toned chest as he moaned softly.

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A second hand pushed into Q's hair and Bond let himself get lost in the kiss a moment. It felt different than any kiss before. He lingered, tasting him. Memorizing him.

Perhaps if he claimed Q, he could put Harry out of his mind. Unfair to the lad, but Bond couldn't keep this ache.

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This all felt wrong, so why couldn't he stop? Why didn't he want to!

He kissed Bond harder, nails clawing at the professor's chest.

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Bond was a master of controlling himself. Normally he harnessed the power in his desire and focused the magic into certain spells he'd never speak of. But as Q's nails bit in, he found himself hard and wanting.

And he fucking wanted Q. The longer he tasted his tongue, the more he wanted to bind him and keep him frever.

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Q was certain still that this ended in heartbreak for him, but that didn't matter. In the moment he felt desired, loved... Precious even.

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Bond kept pulling on him, devouring his mouth. He rolled and pulled, pushed and twisted, and maneuvered Q onto his back. Bond hovered over him, looking at him a moment, then kissed him again to chase the last demons away.

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The kisses left Q breathless, clawing at Bond's back and shoulders as his whole body arched against his. He couldn't think, he was consumed by the taste of Bond's lips and the solid weight of the other man's body.

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Bond maintained careful control at all times. The power of the dark magic he used required discipline and care. He was always measured and steady.

But not now. As Q clawed at him, Bond forgot games of power and discipline, of control and pain. All he knew was want. Was hunger. Bond nearly devoured him, rough and desperate. He rutted against him, his cock hot and heavy as he ground against him.

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Q could taste the desire on his lips, and it was utterly intoxicating- To feel wanted, desired, by Bond of all people.

On the other hand, it felt dangerous, like crossing a line. The games were games, control and power- This was close to real feelings... And that was frightening.

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Bond shifted and forced his knee between Q's legs and forced them apart. He should be ashamed of himself, devouring the lad like this. It certainly wasn't what he'd signed on for.

But Bond didn't want to stop. He wanted him, he'd wanted him since the first night.

He bit him hard and grabbed for his arms to hold him down. Bond crushed him and rutted against him, groaning softly at the friction.

"I'm going to have you," he said as he lifted to look at him. "It's not a reward," he stressed then.

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Q shivered, his breath catching slightly.

"Then don't make it one," he said, offering them each an out. If it wasn't a reward, it was punishment- All part of the game. No feelings, no emotions, no worrying he was making a mistake. Right? They could keep this simple, and when he walked into Harry's office next Thursday he could pretend this wasn't starting to get messy. He could pretend his heart wasn't starting to wander both ways at once, right?

Fuck.

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"Now there's a clever boy," he purred appreciatively. He lifted and rose and moved off the bed to get the lube from where he'd left it. Before he left, though, he slapped Q's thigh.

"Roll over," he said.

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Q rolled over, settling in and looking over at the discarded toys they'd selected in the corner. Would this night have been better or worse if he'd not pushed to hear more about Bond and Harry? Would things be less complicated? He wasn't sure, but he suspected it might be.

Why did he always have to keep digging? Why couldn't he ever just let it be?

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Bond took the lube and slicked his cock generously. Then, leaving the tube on the bed nearby, he climbed up. Bond tore Q's knees apart and dropped on him. He forced his way in and the second Q's body opened to him he picked up the pace. He shifted until the angle was perfect for him with no regard for Q's pleasure at all.

He pressed both hands on Q's back and held him down as he roughly used him.

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It hurt, and Quinton let out a cry of pain- But he deserved it, he was sure of it. Every day he was making a bigger mess, and one day he wouldn't be able to clean it up. One day he was going to drown in it.

Clawing at the mattress, he hated the way his cock wept against the sheets, like it loved this. Craved it. What a terrible thing to want- To enjoy. ...But he did. Every bit of pain, the heavy weight of Bond's hands against his back. It only made him harder as he tried to rut against the bed and chase his own pleasure.

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Bond fucked him rough, hips slapping against his ass. His jaw was set and he glared daggers at the dark mop of Q's hair.

"Nomoauilum Herergo Acedium Utzuoucuso Luaaebeo Padiyitum" he began to chant, punctuating each word with a punishing thrust.

Constantine had to have taught them about sex magic by now. And if not...

Nothing could prepare Q for the storm of desire that enveloped them.

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It took Q a beat longer than it should have to realize what was happening, and he panicked just a bit, suddenly trying to scramble away- He hadn't expected magic.

Then it hit him, and all he could do was moan- His whole body trembled with pleasure, and his mouth hung open slightly as he let out a cry. He came hard and suddenly, embarrassingly fast- Only to come again barely a moment later, just as hard. It was intense enough that it sent a flash of pain down his spine, and he whimpered a little as he clutched at the sheets.

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Bond came deep within, jerked and came again. He came five more times before he couldn't control the spell anymore.

He braced his arms beside Q on the bed and dripped sweat onto his back. It was always so fast when the spell hit, but worth the cost.

Bond took a deep breath and got up, slapping Q's used ass.

"Well done," he smiled. "I'm going to take a shower. Feel free to get up in your own time. You won't feel like moving for a bit," Bond snickered.

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Q could hardly speak, let alone move. Bond got up and the younger man remained where he was, laying in a pool of his own quickly drying cold sweat and come. He had experimented with sex magic before, of course he had, they all did- He assumed. However, he'd never experienced anything that strong or intense- Or laced with something so...

He didn't want to say dark. ...He didn't know what else to call it though, there was something dark in that magic, and it wasn't the spell. He was certain of it.

It took a long while, but eventually Q managed to find the strength to roll onto his back, staring up at the ceiling as he tried to work through his feelings about what had just happened. It was amazing, and he'd been desperate for Bond to have him since the first moment they'd locked eyes. ...But this was messy. It had been messy from the start and was only getting messier. First because of Harry, and now because... He knew what he'd felt. There was a darkness in Bond, and he- He didn't know what to make of that. Dark magic wasn't inherently evil, but- Well, there were certainly arguments to be made.

It took all his strength to get to his feet, and he was unsteady as he quickly dressed. He couldn't stay, he needed time to... Think. He needed to sort this out away from Bond's distracting blue eyes and good looks.

Pulling out his phone, he sent a text to Bond's.

Dark Arts first thing. Can't stay.

He waited for it to go through before fixing his hair and slipping out into the hall to return to his dorm.