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Title: The Love Song of James Bond
Fandom: 00Q
Pairing: James Bond/Q
Rating: Explicit
Chapter 3
We’ve left shore somehow
Become the friends
Of early theory
Close enough to speak
Desire and pain of absence
Of mistakes we’d make
Given half the chance.
Each smile returned
Makes harder avoiding
Dreams that see us
Lying in early evening
Curtain shadows, skin
Safe against skin.
Bloom of compassion
Respect for moments
Eyes lock turns
Forever into one more
Veil that falls away.
From “Communion” by Viggo Mortensen
James wakes to early afternoon sunlight filtering in through the curtains and warming the sheets. He blinks into the light, slowly coming back to consciousness. His fuzzy brain reminds him that he is here on some seemingly deserted island with Q, who has been apparently been cyber stalking him, which has given him the idea that he can somehow ‘fix’ James. His life is so very, very bizarre.
He feels movement in the bed next to him and remembers Q said he was going to stay with him. He can’t help but grin as he rolls over and props himself up on one elbow to see Q lying on his side, mouth slightly open with a trail of drool pooling onto the pillow. He looks completely harmless, angelic even, with his dark curls falling down over his eyes. Yet this is a man who can control satellites and stock markets, who James suspects could single-handedly destroy England, probably with a nuclear apocalypse, if he so chose. Maybe the man missed his calling as an undercover agent because he would have been absolutely devastating.
Q must be a light sleeper because almost as soon as James moves he opens his eyes. For the fraction of a second, before he has a chance to wake up enough to hide it, his eyes meet James’ and light up like someone just told him he won the lottery. Without cheating. Then he blinks and mainly just looks embarrassed as he wipes the drool away with the back of his hand. “Wasn’t planning on falling asleep, sorry. I guess I haven’t been getting much myself lately either.”
“You know, this may be almost the first time in my adult life I’ve woken up in bed with someone and not actually have had sex with them,” James comments, resisting an urge to tease Q for drooling.
“It won’t be the last, just so you know,” Q replies as he reaches out and brushes his fingers lightly down the side of James’ neck.
“I think this is what they call a mixed message,” James says, feeling the first telltale shivers of arousal as Q’s hand trails lower, skimming along his bare skin down to his chest where his robe has fallen open.
“You need this like breathing, like a gun within reach, don’t you?” Q murmurs as he slips his hand down as the sheets will allow then back up to slide the robe off James’ shoulder so he can trace nonsensical patterns there.
The question seems rhetorical and James is afraid if he says the wrong thing Q will stop, so he stays silent and just enjoys the sensation.
“Yes. You need to touch and be touched, you crave it like alcohol or the high of a clean kill. It’s why you’re always so eager for hand-to-hand combat, for sex whenever you can get it, why you sometimes snap your target’s neck with your bare hands when a knife would be as silent and effective. There are other ways, you know. You don’t need to glut yourself on it in brief encounters then starve until you are desperate for it. Not anymore.”
James reaches up a hand and lays it over Q’s, halting its enticing motion. “I don’t do relationships, Q, not anymore. And I definitely don’t do twinky boyfriends because it sounds a lot like that is what you’re suggesting and as you pointed out, I don’t even know you.”
Instead of looking upset Q just smiles at him indulgently. “Bond, I hardly think a dating relationship with you would be possible for anyone and I would be the last person to ask for that. I do know your history better than most after all.” Q thinks he deserves a BAFTA for this at the very least as he maintains his impassive gaze and continues. “Knowing that history, and adding to it the fact that I am not entirely unaffected by sharing a bed with you, I think it would be pointless to pretend that we are going to able to share this house for the next two weeks without fucking over every available surface.” He smiles at the look of shock on James’ face. Clearly he hadn’t been expecting such a direct approach and Q presses on before he has a chance to recover. “However, when it happens it will happen on my terms.”
“And what terms are those?” James asks almost unintentionally, brain still stuck back on fucking over every available surface.
Q flips over the hand trapped beneath James’ and interlaces their fingers. “In order for me to do my job, for both of us to do our jobs and go on saving the world, I need two things. One: I need you to trust me, Bond. And two: I need you as whole and functional as possible. And I have only two weeks to make both of those things happen. I’m not a psychologist, I don’t know if there is a right way to do this, so I’m acting purely on instinct and what I’ve learned about your needs. Odds are I’m a little out of my depth. I’m telling you this so you know I’m not going to lie to you, which brings me back to point one.” He slides their interlocked hands down James’ chest to rest over the scar from the recent bullet wound in his shoulder and James visibly tenses. “See, that right there. Your being uneasy about being touched by me, that has to stop before you can fuck me or it will be just another unfulfilling act. It won’t give you what you need.”
“And what is it you think I need, Q? Love? Because that’s--” James’ eyes begin to turn disgusted and Q cuts him off before he can yank his hand back.
“Sanctuary.”
“I…wait, what?” James is thrown off guard by the term and the serious look on Q’s face.
“What you need, James, is somewhere safe to escape to when everything else is total shit and blood and pain. Though for you somewhere is more of a someone. Someone who knows how to get you to a place where you can let go of everything else. Who knows exactly how you need to be touched, if you need to control or be controlled, fuck or be fucked, kissed slowly or hard enough to draw blood. Who you trust enough to know you won’t be judged for asking for anything, who won’t hold anything against you in the morning. And above all, who knows that Sanctuary does not extend its bounds and anything you do outside of it is your concern and there will be no condemnation for it and no demands that you stay or even come back. Ever. That is what I am offering you.” He pulls their linked hands towards himself and kisses each of James’ knuckles. “Interested?”
James just watches silently as Q’s lips graze the back of his hand. He has never really thought about sex exactly that way and he has to admit what Q is offering sounds perfect. Which is why he sincerely doubts it is possible. Could Q really be all of that to him and then let him leave in the morning and not get all…attached? Well, what harm can it do to let Q do whatever he wants for a few weeks? At least it will be a fun distraction and he’ll get sex out of the deal which can never be an entirely bad thing. He draws their hands back towards himself and kisses Q’s hand in return, gratified to see the pleasure in the other man’s eyes. “Okay then. How exactly does this work?”
“First you need to get used to me touching you, and you need to learn that touch doesn’t always have to lead to sex. And that when I say I’m going to do something, I’m going to do it. I want you to start to trust me and this is the best way I can think of. So for three days, and I’m willing to count this as one of them, we touch each other until we become familiar with each other.” He halts James’ other hand as it begins reaching for his waist. “Anywhere but where you think you really want it, that is. I’m not going to touch your cock and you’re not going to touch mine. There are hundreds of other pleasurable places on your body and I’m willing to bet you don’t even know what half of them are since you are generally in such a rush to get right to the fucking.” He rolls his eyes at the disappointed look on James’ face. “Come now Bond, I hardly think a few days without orgasm by a second party are going to kill you.” His smile turns mischievous. “Besides, I didn’t say we couldn’t touch our own cocks.”
“So three days of touching…then what?”
James’ eyes widen in surprise as Q unexpectedly pulls away and gets up on all fours, then pushes James to lie flat on the bed and climbs on top of him, straddling his hips. Q’s eyes are fever-bright as he pushes both sides of the robe aside to expose James’ scarred torso. He leans over to reach under his pillow and pulls out a small tube of massage oil and James’ mind whites out momentarily at its potential uses and the fact the Q had obviously been planning for this. Q flips open the cap and lets a few drops fall onto James’ chest then begins to rub it in slowly.
“Then,” Q says, bending down to kiss the scar on his shoulder then, James can’t contain a bit of a shiver, lick it before angling his head to look into James’ eyes, “You get to kiss me on the lips.” He says it as if it’s some sort of prize and damn it if James doesn’t think he might be right.
“I can’t kiss you on the lips now?” James tries to sound nonchalant but he knows a bit of desperation slips in there.
“No,” Q says, kissing the base of his neck and then his ear- and this should not be nearly as hot as it is.
“Why not?”
“Because I say so,” Q tells him as if it is the most obvious thing in the world. “Because I want you to appreciate it. Because learning to kiss someone the way they want is important and deserves plenty of time.” He pulls back and resumes massaging James’ chest, gauging his reactions and pressing harder when he encounters a knot which is basically everywhere. For a few minutes he is silent and James is too caught up in the sensations to say anything himself. Finally Q adds, “Then, for three days you can have anything aside from penetrative sex.” James’ already hard cock jumps a bit beneath Q’s thigh at that but Q just gives him an evil grin and otherwise ignores it. “If you’re in any condition to do math you will note that gives you five days for us to fuck.” His hands slide down James’ chest and around his hips to cup his ass possessively. “On every. Available. Surface.” He bends almost in half to swipe his tongue across James’ navel, then jumps off of him without warning and heads for the bedroom door. “Now I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. Late lunch?” With a final wink he disappears around the corner, leaving James to wonder what the hell he just got himself into.
Once he gets down to the kitchen Q slumps against the stove and puts his face in his hands. That went better than he had hoped, but now he has to somehow find the strength to go through with it. He needs to stick to the crazy schedule he just proposed because James needs to know he can’t push Q beyond where he is willing to be pushed or everything will go to hell. Now all he needs to do is figure out a way to walk out the door in two weeks still in possession of his sanity, and more importantly, his heart. By the time James comes downstairs Q is banging around the kitchen making pasta like everything is totally normal. Even if he is thinking, and the award for best performance in a leading role goes to…
“There you are! I was beginning to think you’d fallen back asleep,” Q says brightly as he dumps boiled spaghetti into a colander in the sink.
James comes up behind him and wraps his arms around Q’s waist, resting his head on the other man’s shoulder. For a second Q freezes then he melts back against James, sighing in contentment. “Oh good, I wasn’t asleep the whole time,” James comments. “So just touching huh? You realize I’m going to have a lot of fun trying to get you to in bed earlier than your restrictive schedule,” he says as he noses at the skin just below Q’s ear.
Q just spins and ducks out of his grip with a teasing smile. “Almost as much fun as I’m going to have not letting you. Now be a dear and set the table will you?”
James moves faster than Q was prepared for and seemingly before he can blink he is backed up against the island with a surprisingly gentle hand wrapped around his throat. “Call me ‘dear’ again and I will be forced to demonstrate that spanking is a time-honored form of touching,” James growls into his ear before releasing him and turning to search the cupboards.
Q stays there for a moment, pulse racing, and counts the ways in which he is already well and truly fucked.
Fandom: 00Q
Pairing: James Bond/Q
Rating: Explicit
Chapter 3
We’ve left shore somehow
Become the friends
Of early theory
Close enough to speak
Desire and pain of absence
Of mistakes we’d make
Given half the chance.
Each smile returned
Makes harder avoiding
Dreams that see us
Lying in early evening
Curtain shadows, skin
Safe against skin.
Bloom of compassion
Respect for moments
Eyes lock turns
Forever into one more
Veil that falls away.
From “Communion” by Viggo Mortensen
James wakes to early afternoon sunlight filtering in through the curtains and warming the sheets. He blinks into the light, slowly coming back to consciousness. His fuzzy brain reminds him that he is here on some seemingly deserted island with Q, who has been apparently been cyber stalking him, which has given him the idea that he can somehow ‘fix’ James. His life is so very, very bizarre.
He feels movement in the bed next to him and remembers Q said he was going to stay with him. He can’t help but grin as he rolls over and props himself up on one elbow to see Q lying on his side, mouth slightly open with a trail of drool pooling onto the pillow. He looks completely harmless, angelic even, with his dark curls falling down over his eyes. Yet this is a man who can control satellites and stock markets, who James suspects could single-handedly destroy England, probably with a nuclear apocalypse, if he so chose. Maybe the man missed his calling as an undercover agent because he would have been absolutely devastating.
Q must be a light sleeper because almost as soon as James moves he opens his eyes. For the fraction of a second, before he has a chance to wake up enough to hide it, his eyes meet James’ and light up like someone just told him he won the lottery. Without cheating. Then he blinks and mainly just looks embarrassed as he wipes the drool away with the back of his hand. “Wasn’t planning on falling asleep, sorry. I guess I haven’t been getting much myself lately either.”
“You know, this may be almost the first time in my adult life I’ve woken up in bed with someone and not actually have had sex with them,” James comments, resisting an urge to tease Q for drooling.
“It won’t be the last, just so you know,” Q replies as he reaches out and brushes his fingers lightly down the side of James’ neck.
“I think this is what they call a mixed message,” James says, feeling the first telltale shivers of arousal as Q’s hand trails lower, skimming along his bare skin down to his chest where his robe has fallen open.
“You need this like breathing, like a gun within reach, don’t you?” Q murmurs as he slips his hand down as the sheets will allow then back up to slide the robe off James’ shoulder so he can trace nonsensical patterns there.
The question seems rhetorical and James is afraid if he says the wrong thing Q will stop, so he stays silent and just enjoys the sensation.
“Yes. You need to touch and be touched, you crave it like alcohol or the high of a clean kill. It’s why you’re always so eager for hand-to-hand combat, for sex whenever you can get it, why you sometimes snap your target’s neck with your bare hands when a knife would be as silent and effective. There are other ways, you know. You don’t need to glut yourself on it in brief encounters then starve until you are desperate for it. Not anymore.”
James reaches up a hand and lays it over Q’s, halting its enticing motion. “I don’t do relationships, Q, not anymore. And I definitely don’t do twinky boyfriends because it sounds a lot like that is what you’re suggesting and as you pointed out, I don’t even know you.”
Instead of looking upset Q just smiles at him indulgently. “Bond, I hardly think a dating relationship with you would be possible for anyone and I would be the last person to ask for that. I do know your history better than most after all.” Q thinks he deserves a BAFTA for this at the very least as he maintains his impassive gaze and continues. “Knowing that history, and adding to it the fact that I am not entirely unaffected by sharing a bed with you, I think it would be pointless to pretend that we are going to able to share this house for the next two weeks without fucking over every available surface.” He smiles at the look of shock on James’ face. Clearly he hadn’t been expecting such a direct approach and Q presses on before he has a chance to recover. “However, when it happens it will happen on my terms.”
“And what terms are those?” James asks almost unintentionally, brain still stuck back on fucking over every available surface.
Q flips over the hand trapped beneath James’ and interlaces their fingers. “In order for me to do my job, for both of us to do our jobs and go on saving the world, I need two things. One: I need you to trust me, Bond. And two: I need you as whole and functional as possible. And I have only two weeks to make both of those things happen. I’m not a psychologist, I don’t know if there is a right way to do this, so I’m acting purely on instinct and what I’ve learned about your needs. Odds are I’m a little out of my depth. I’m telling you this so you know I’m not going to lie to you, which brings me back to point one.” He slides their interlocked hands down James’ chest to rest over the scar from the recent bullet wound in his shoulder and James visibly tenses. “See, that right there. Your being uneasy about being touched by me, that has to stop before you can fuck me or it will be just another unfulfilling act. It won’t give you what you need.”
“And what is it you think I need, Q? Love? Because that’s--” James’ eyes begin to turn disgusted and Q cuts him off before he can yank his hand back.
“Sanctuary.”
“I…wait, what?” James is thrown off guard by the term and the serious look on Q’s face.
“What you need, James, is somewhere safe to escape to when everything else is total shit and blood and pain. Though for you somewhere is more of a someone. Someone who knows how to get you to a place where you can let go of everything else. Who knows exactly how you need to be touched, if you need to control or be controlled, fuck or be fucked, kissed slowly or hard enough to draw blood. Who you trust enough to know you won’t be judged for asking for anything, who won’t hold anything against you in the morning. And above all, who knows that Sanctuary does not extend its bounds and anything you do outside of it is your concern and there will be no condemnation for it and no demands that you stay or even come back. Ever. That is what I am offering you.” He pulls their linked hands towards himself and kisses each of James’ knuckles. “Interested?”
James just watches silently as Q’s lips graze the back of his hand. He has never really thought about sex exactly that way and he has to admit what Q is offering sounds perfect. Which is why he sincerely doubts it is possible. Could Q really be all of that to him and then let him leave in the morning and not get all…attached? Well, what harm can it do to let Q do whatever he wants for a few weeks? At least it will be a fun distraction and he’ll get sex out of the deal which can never be an entirely bad thing. He draws their hands back towards himself and kisses Q’s hand in return, gratified to see the pleasure in the other man’s eyes. “Okay then. How exactly does this work?”
“First you need to get used to me touching you, and you need to learn that touch doesn’t always have to lead to sex. And that when I say I’m going to do something, I’m going to do it. I want you to start to trust me and this is the best way I can think of. So for three days, and I’m willing to count this as one of them, we touch each other until we become familiar with each other.” He halts James’ other hand as it begins reaching for his waist. “Anywhere but where you think you really want it, that is. I’m not going to touch your cock and you’re not going to touch mine. There are hundreds of other pleasurable places on your body and I’m willing to bet you don’t even know what half of them are since you are generally in such a rush to get right to the fucking.” He rolls his eyes at the disappointed look on James’ face. “Come now Bond, I hardly think a few days without orgasm by a second party are going to kill you.” His smile turns mischievous. “Besides, I didn’t say we couldn’t touch our own cocks.”
“So three days of touching…then what?”
James’ eyes widen in surprise as Q unexpectedly pulls away and gets up on all fours, then pushes James to lie flat on the bed and climbs on top of him, straddling his hips. Q’s eyes are fever-bright as he pushes both sides of the robe aside to expose James’ scarred torso. He leans over to reach under his pillow and pulls out a small tube of massage oil and James’ mind whites out momentarily at its potential uses and the fact the Q had obviously been planning for this. Q flips open the cap and lets a few drops fall onto James’ chest then begins to rub it in slowly.
“Then,” Q says, bending down to kiss the scar on his shoulder then, James can’t contain a bit of a shiver, lick it before angling his head to look into James’ eyes, “You get to kiss me on the lips.” He says it as if it’s some sort of prize and damn it if James doesn’t think he might be right.
“I can’t kiss you on the lips now?” James tries to sound nonchalant but he knows a bit of desperation slips in there.
“No,” Q says, kissing the base of his neck and then his ear- and this should not be nearly as hot as it is.
“Why not?”
“Because I say so,” Q tells him as if it is the most obvious thing in the world. “Because I want you to appreciate it. Because learning to kiss someone the way they want is important and deserves plenty of time.” He pulls back and resumes massaging James’ chest, gauging his reactions and pressing harder when he encounters a knot which is basically everywhere. For a few minutes he is silent and James is too caught up in the sensations to say anything himself. Finally Q adds, “Then, for three days you can have anything aside from penetrative sex.” James’ already hard cock jumps a bit beneath Q’s thigh at that but Q just gives him an evil grin and otherwise ignores it. “If you’re in any condition to do math you will note that gives you five days for us to fuck.” His hands slide down James’ chest and around his hips to cup his ass possessively. “On every. Available. Surface.” He bends almost in half to swipe his tongue across James’ navel, then jumps off of him without warning and heads for the bedroom door. “Now I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. Late lunch?” With a final wink he disappears around the corner, leaving James to wonder what the hell he just got himself into.
Once he gets down to the kitchen Q slumps against the stove and puts his face in his hands. That went better than he had hoped, but now he has to somehow find the strength to go through with it. He needs to stick to the crazy schedule he just proposed because James needs to know he can’t push Q beyond where he is willing to be pushed or everything will go to hell. Now all he needs to do is figure out a way to walk out the door in two weeks still in possession of his sanity, and more importantly, his heart. By the time James comes downstairs Q is banging around the kitchen making pasta like everything is totally normal. Even if he is thinking, and the award for best performance in a leading role goes to…
“There you are! I was beginning to think you’d fallen back asleep,” Q says brightly as he dumps boiled spaghetti into a colander in the sink.
James comes up behind him and wraps his arms around Q’s waist, resting his head on the other man’s shoulder. For a second Q freezes then he melts back against James, sighing in contentment. “Oh good, I wasn’t asleep the whole time,” James comments. “So just touching huh? You realize I’m going to have a lot of fun trying to get you to in bed earlier than your restrictive schedule,” he says as he noses at the skin just below Q’s ear.
Q just spins and ducks out of his grip with a teasing smile. “Almost as much fun as I’m going to have not letting you. Now be a dear and set the table will you?”
James moves faster than Q was prepared for and seemingly before he can blink he is backed up against the island with a surprisingly gentle hand wrapped around his throat. “Call me ‘dear’ again and I will be forced to demonstrate that spanking is a time-honored form of touching,” James growls into his ear before releasing him and turning to search the cupboards.
Q stays there for a moment, pulse racing, and counts the ways in which he is already well and truly fucked.