Bond

[cuppa_q]

Q had moved his things in, and wasn't surprised when he'd been instructed to set up close to Bond. It would take time to set up his solar farm again, but that was alright. In time he'd have the whole stadium powered up.

With not much more he could do for the day, he made his way over to see Bond. Some of the man's men had warned him the 'warlord' was not in a good mood, but Q didn't care. In truth, he quite enjoyed when Bond was at his worst. The man was painfully attractive when he looked ready to go in for the kill.

"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" the boffin asked as he invited himself in.

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[cuppa_q]

"Oh, this bed is far too big for my room," Q quipped, sweetly.

[0_0_7]

"Don't be obtuse, Q," Bond said before grabbing him and shoving him away.

"When someone offers you something, you should be grateful."

He undid his belt and fly as he spoke.

[cuppa_q]

Q stumbled, grabbing onto the bed to stay upright.

He had two options- He could defuse the situation a little, calm the other man to make sure the playing field wasn't too uneven, or he could push. He could give James a reason to be aggressive. That second option didn't sound beneficial, but Q knew it could be. James often did his best work when pushed to his limits. There was always a focused precision to everything the man did, but when taken to the edge James was unstoppable. Not just physically, but mentally.

Q simply wasn't certain he could handle Bond if those skills were aimed at him. ...Though there was a side of him that was keen to find out one day.

For now he remained cautious, watching James unzip his trousers. "I see we're past the wooing phase," he said mildly, careful not to look intimidated, even if he was. Part of him was certain James would want that.

[0_0_7]

"Do you need wooed, Q?" Bond asked. "Do you need dinner and flowers and pretty words?"

He slipped out of his trousers and pants and tossed them aside.

He had new scars, and he had some very old scars. Every muscle was powerful beneath his skin. The tension in his body was predatory as he came closer.

"I don't think so."

[cuppa_q]

Q's gaze wandered over exposed skin.

"And what is it that you think I need instead, Bond?" the boffin asked, meeting the other man's eyes with his own again.

[0_0_7]

Bond stepped up to him, took hold of his wrists, and reached round him to hold his hands behind his back.

"Discipline, pet," he said, studying his eyes.

He knew he wasn't wrong. He knew Q well enough now.

[cuppa_q]

In the times before, Q had been a deeply private person. He didn't tell people when he was going on dates, never brought partners to office parties and events. Had never even formally come out to his staff. ...So it was a bit unsettling to have Bond read him so well. It also made him all the more nervous about letting anyone see that side of him. Especially someone like Bond- Someone clever enough to weaponize it against him.

"I think I'm very disciplined, Bond," Q replied, not sure what action to take here. Did he fight? Did he lie? Would James even believe him if he said he wasn't interested in such things?

"I put up with you after all, and rarely complain..." he quipped, buying himself time to think about how he truly wanted this to play out.

[0_0_7]

Bond held him firmly. His blue gaze bored into the boffin. Absolutely pierced him and he waited.

He could tell Q was nervous. But Bond was patient.

[cuppa_q]

Q exhaled with a shiver, finally surrendering slightly.

"What makes you so sure you're right about me?" he asked softly.

[0_0_7]

"Because I have a knack for spotting the qualities I want in a sub," he said. "I've had years of practice, you know. I knew before the war. But for that sort of relationship, there needs to be time. And trust. And I think now that you're here, we've reached that point."

[cuppa_q]

Q held his gaze a beat longer, then nodded, ducking his head slightly in submission.

Once the bombs fell, he'd left this all behind. There was no trust in a world torn apart- Certainly not enough to ever have a relationship like this. Even now he was unsure, but James was right. He was here. He'd already chosen to put his trust in Bond- Why retreat now?

[0_0_7]

When Q's chin dropped, Bond let a tiny, smug grin curve his lips. Of course he'd been right.

"How much training have you had, Q?" he asked.

[cuppa_q]

"Quite a bit, though it's been a long time now. Since before the war started," Q admitted.

There hadn't been much time for dating once the war began.

[0_0_7]

"Then I will be lenient until you've been refreshed," Bond promised.

He nodded, too, then leaned in near his ear.

"What is your safeword?"

[cuppa_q]

Q hesitated, then whispered the word in Bond's ear. It was the word he'd always used. One he trusted himself not to forget.

[0_0_7]

Bond wouldn't forget. His grip on Q's wrists tightened briefly, then let go.

"The lube is in the drawer. I'm going to count to ten and I want you bare and wet and face down, ready for me. One. Two..."

[cuppa_q]

Q looked a little dazed, and Bond was on four before he even began moving. There was no way he'd manage to do as he'd been asked.

[0_0_7]

Bond had no intention of letting him succeed. Q was naked and reaching for the drawer when Bond said, "Ten."

He took hold of Q and in one smooth move he sat and pulled the man down over his lap.

"We'll work on deadlines," he said and gave his ass a swat to warm him up.

[cuppa_q]

"You're a cheat," Q accused with a gasp.

[0_0_7]

Bond smacked him again.

"Don't blame me for being slow," he said. He assaulted him then with a proper spanking. By the time his palm was sore, Q's cheeks were rosy.

[cuppa_q]

Q took it well, barely making a sound, bar a few gasps and soft spoken swears.

When James finally stopped, the boffin rutted defiantly against the man's thighs. Just a little, just enough for Bond to feel him.

[0_0_7]

Feeling Q hard and eager made him smile darkly. He knew he'd been right.

"Very good," he said. "Now sit up and face me and you'll have a reward."

[cuppa_q]

Q pulled away and stood, giving himself a moment to center himself before sitting on the other man's lap, holding Bond's gaze.

[0_0_7]

Bond took his face in both hands, quite tightly, and pulled him in to kiss him. He thrust his tongue in deep and stole his breath to leave him gasping when Bond finally broke away.

[cuppa_q]

Part of Q hated how easily won over he was by James, how quickly the man made him just melt. It had always been this way though, he'd always bent over backwards to get James what he wanted or accommodate the man when he went off on a mission, or discarded the advice of higher ups.

He couldn't help it. James just had a way of making people want to impress or please him.

"James," he whispered softly.