cuppa_q | Bond

Q wasn't completely clear on what was happening with the board. All he knew was there had been some sort of scandal, and that Henry Devon was stepping down and that Victor Rooks had been invited to take his place. ...And that the man had requested a brief one on one with him. What Q didn't know, however, was that the scandal had been orchestrated by Rooks himself, after having learned about Bond's new found influence on his son.

The man was prompt, and Q returned to his office to find Vincent waiting.

"Dr. Mills," Rooks smiled, rising from his seat and offering his hand. "A pleasure to finally meet you. I fear we didn't have much chance to speak at Dr. Lecter's dinner party.

Q smiled, taking the offered hand and shaking before inviting the man to sit again.

The meeting was brief, and Q was thrilled to learn that Rooks was eager to invest in overhauling the part of A&E not covered by the pediatric expansion, as well as the ambulance bay. All he wanted in return was to have it all named in his honour. Something Q was more than happy to agree to. Rooks even offered to have paperwork done and the funds transferred while they went and had lunch at a restaurant the man favoured. Q generally had his lunch in his office, but the man was already discussing how he'd like to have the morgue done up next, and Q had been desperate to even get the board to consider adding that to his personal wish list for the hospital.

How could he say no?

As a result his lunch ran a bit late, and he had found himself texting James, telling the other man to head home without him, that he'd see him tonight.

He was in a sparkling mood by the time he got home though, looking around for Harry, who seemed to be working late, then finding Bond in his room.

"You'll never believe what happened today!" the young doctor grinned, practically pouncing on James.

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Q struggled to keep his balance for a moment, but otherwise didn't fuss. He took the intrusion easily, relaxing his throat and doing his best not to strain is neck. His arms might be sore tomorrow, but he could handle that- He'd wear the ache as a reminder of James' attention.

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Bond sank in deep to gag him on purpose and held him there until he could tell Q could take very little more.

Then he withdrew and took hold of himself, smacking Q across the cheek with his wet cock.

He stepped away briefly to pick up his phone, turning up the volume so when he snapped a couple pictures of the younger man, the shutter sound was audible.

"You can request one thing," he said as he laid the phone aside. "Anything you like."

Q had been terribly good. Bond wondered just how long he could keep up being this obedient.

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"You have to tell me I'm good tonight, every time I am," Q decided. "I want to be praised for my compliance."

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"You've performed brilliantly so far," he said, stroking his cheek. "What a day you've had. You must be so proud of yourself. Now hold still...It's time to be tested..."

Bond found a flail, a softer one that he often used. One that left no marks but was punishing nonetheless. He began slowly, landing his blows across Q's chest and the curve of his shoulders. He offered a reprieve and purred in Q's ear-

"I love when you're obedient. I like when you have a bit of cheek, but when you are like this? You're my favorite toy," he smiled, then kissed him.

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Q took it with only a few whimpers and gasps, and when Bond kissed him, he melted into it, lapping up every bit of praise and sweetness.

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Before he could truly cripple Q, he unhooked the chain and let him relax his neck. The hood stayed on, as did the cuff, but he was no longer contorted.

Bond dragged the flail over him, the leather soft and supple as it trailed over the rosy skin.

"Open your mouth again, pet," he told him.

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Q rolled his shoulders just a bit, stretching his neck before parting his lips in offering.

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"Very good," he purred, then caught the back of his head and sank in.

And then stopped.

"Get to work. Prove how much you want me. I know you're hungry..."

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Q knew his talents, and head was one of his finest. He bobbed and sucked easily, taking James deep and dragging his tongue over every ridge.

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Bond groaned wantonly, grasping at Q and thrusting into the softness. The sounds he made were praise, in their own way.

But he abruptly pulled back.

"Not yet," he scolded gently. "You're too good at that."

He reached back and began to undo the laces. He wanted Q to be able to see him next.

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Q squinted a little, giving his eyes a moment to adjust, then looked up at Bond.

"Will you kiss me?" he asked.

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"Eventually," he promised, reaching for the cuff's laces. "First I want you off the floor."

He freed Q's arms and gave him a moment. He knew his shoulders must be burning and had mercy. For a moment at least.

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Q rolled his shoulders again, getting to his feet and stretching slowly.

"Thank you," he said softly.

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"Such manners," he smiled. Bond leand on to kiss him, soft and kind. Loving.

For a moment.

Then he reached out and snatched him by the hair to drag him to the bench to push him face down.

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Q let out a cry when the other man dragged him across the room, but he didn't fight. Instead he settled into place getting as comfortable as he could.

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Bond gave his ass one sharp slap, then added another few gentle pats.

"That's a good boy," he said. He moved in behind him, his cock resting between his cheeks as he leaned over to kiss a line up his backbone.

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Quinton trembled slightly, never sure if Bond was going to go in dry. He was certain one day the other man would do him real damage.

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Bond kissed his way down Q's back, taking his time, then bit into the flesh of his hip. He bit sharply and then held on, intent on leaving a distinct bruise.