Bond

[cuppa_q]

Taking a break from picking apart the computers in the Lab, Q was currently home alone- Bored. Bored was never a good thing for the boffin to be, it tended to get him in trouble, and he was currently making a mess in the bedroom, clothes all over the floor from where he'd been digging in the closet for the few tools he'd scavenged over the past few months. Between the piles of clothes were several deconstructed phones he'd found on the beach, all in various states of disrepair. ...And, of course, right in the center of the chaos sat Q himself.

He knew Bond wouldn't be impressed by the mess (Harry seemed less likely to mind), but that, on some level, was part of what he was up to. He was bored and irritating Bond was one way to entertain himself.

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[cuppa_q]

Q gasped softly, a thrill running through him at that, and he swallowed hard as his cock twitched with interest.

"This really doesn't bother you? It doesn't make you ill?" Q asked, still certain Bond must find him repulsive right now.

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"Not remotely," he promised Q, closing the distance to give him a kiss. As he did he switched the belt from left to right, dragging the soft leather straight across his cock.

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Q returned the kiss with a low moan and a gasp, pressing closer and wrapping his arms around James to keep him close for a moment.

[0_0_7]

"There's so many things I can do to hurt you," he whispered against Q's mouth. "I'm dying to try them all."

[cuppa_q]

"I'd like that, in time I'd like to see them all," Q confessed.

[0_0_7]

"Tonight, though...Just these," he said as he tossed the belt aside and grabbed Q tightly.

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Q gasped, but didn't struggle this time, instead waiting to see what James would do.

[0_0_7]

"Step out of your trousers," he said, only letting go of Q so he could shed his own.

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Q studied him for a long moment, then nodded as he stepped out of his trousers and kicked them aside.

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Once he was naked, Bond reached for Q, grabbed him and jerked him close. He held him in tight restraint, an arm around his neck and the other pulling his arm taut.

"Since you like to squirm...I think we'll put an end to that," he said, wrestling Q to keep him still.

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Q whimpered, gasping and going still. He wasn't about to fight James- Enjoying being hurt didn't make him stupid enough to cross the double-o.

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Bond leaned in and brushed his nose and his lips against the back of Q's neck.

"That's better," he said. He let go of Q's arm and reached around, sliding his palm down the boffin's body, stopping low, just above his cock.

[cuppa_q]

Trying to thrust into Bond's palm, Q crying out a little and struggled lightly.

"Please," he panted.

[0_0_7]

"Since you asked so nicely," Bond purred, taking Q in hand to stroke him. But as he did, he tightened his arm around Q's neck just a bit more. Not enough to make him sleep, just enough to put on some pressure to make him dizzy.

[cuppa_q]

It was perfect, and Q struggled to keep his breathing steady. He thrust into Bond's palm, then pushed back against him, provoking and encouraging.

[0_0_7]

Bond leaned in close, lips right next to Q's ear.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he whispered, thrusting his cock against Q's bare ass. "Maybe if you say please again..."

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"Please," Q whimpered, starting to get dizzy in the best way. "Please, James, I want it."

[0_0_7]

Bond let go of Q's cock and released his hold on his neck, but only so he could shove him roughly onto the bed.

He moved with the grace of a predator, grabbing lube from the table and descending on Q.

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Q rolled over, that guilt hitting him again. James said this was fine, that it was alright- But that didn't stop Q from feeling like a bastard for pulling him into it. Didn't stop him from feeling guilty for wanting it.

His gaze drifted to the double-o's cock, and then back to his face, studying him even as their bodies collided.

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Once on him, Bond kissed him hard, claiming him for his own. Everything about him was barely restrained power. Every move was a threat.

"I'm going to have you," he warned before moving to slick himself.

[cuppa_q]

Q struggled, but it was only for show. He wanted this. ...Needed it even.

He moaned even as he tried to twist away, his cock begging for attention.

[0_0_7]

He wanted it to be rough and raw so he didnt prepare Q at all. He only slicked his cock then forced the man's legs apart. He went slowly, but that didnt help the hurt of being forced open.

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It hurt, it hurt in the best way, and Q let out a little sob as he struggled just a bit beneath Bond. A sharp cry escaped him, but the pain soon gave way to something good- That slow burn laced with pleasure.

Q's breath caught, and he clawed at James' chest as his cries became a low moan.

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Bond grabbed his arm and pinned it to the bed, the other braced to hold himself up.

"Take it," he growled, thrusting in, hard, short pushes. Every time it threatened to shove Q away, but he was held in place, going nowhere.

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It was perfect- It was so wrong that it was perfect, but it was. He wanted this, craved it, and Bond... Bond was even better than he'd dreamed. Played the part perfectly.

Growing bold, Q did something reckless- Something that might break the mood.

With his free hand, the boffin struck James hard across the cheek.