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May. 20th, 2016 02:03 am
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Q grit his teeth against the kiss at first, but eventually surrendered. He didn't wilt though, even if he did seem less cocky than usual, there was more of a fight in him now- As if he was afraid to surrender completely.

His nails dug in hard as he clawed at Bond's shoulders, shoving at him even as he groaned into the kiss and let out a soft whimper.

Date: 2016-05-20 06:13 am (UTC)
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Bond purred deep in his throat and began to rut against Q. He was hard, his trousers straining to hold him in.

"Oh, fuck," he whispered into Q's mouth, his fingers pressing into the soft edges of Q's throat so he could feel the strength of his pulse. Feeling it pound against his fingertips only made him want to do damage. He wanted to make his mark. Wanted to make Q feel him for days.

Date: 2016-05-20 06:24 am (UTC)
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Q got his hand away and Bond instantly twisted it out of his grip. He grabbed the man's arm instead and gave him a pull away from the wall, a shove and a twist, then slammed him against the wall again face first. It was all so fast, so fluid, and clearly all muscle memory. It took Bond almost no effort at all.

It was no wonder how he could kill so efficiently. How he simply didn't get beaten at hand to hand unless the odds were insurmountable.

"You keep trying to say no but I can tell you want this, Quinton," he breathed against the back of Q's neck. "I've known dozens like you. Dirty boys who need a good working over..."

Date: 2016-05-21 06:29 pm (UTC)
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Bond began to rut against Q's ass and ghosted his lips across the back of Q's neck.

"You smell so good," he purred. For all that it was a tender gesture, he kept a painful hold on Q's arm to keep him under control and in place. The struggling only amped up his desire.

"I'm going to make you beg, boy," he promised.

Date: 2016-05-21 06:59 pm (UTC)
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He grunted and then wrested with Q a bit until he had the man trapped a bit better.

"Some fight in you. That's good. I like it when it's a challenge," he said. He reached around to undo Q's fly, flicking them open and taking down the zip.

"I can't wait to fuck you. I can't wait to come deep inside you..."

Date: 2016-05-21 07:12 pm (UTC)
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Getting Q's fly open allowed him to slip his hand inside. It took a few tries, struggling as Q was, but he finally grabbed hold of his cock.

"Tell me this isn't good," he said, squeezing gently. Q's trousers gave up against gravity and fell, but only to mid thigh where they bound him a bit.

"Now behave or I'll rip this off and leave you ruined," he threatened. He knew now Q would fight and he had no trouble threatening something horrific to control him.

Date: 2016-05-21 07:35 pm (UTC)
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Against his better judgment he did let go, interested in seeing what Q meant by 'good'.

"So show me," he said, backing off a little so the man could move.

Date: 2016-05-21 08:12 pm (UTC)
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It all fell apart. The game was all well and good but when Q's fist met his jaw Bond stopped thinking of playing rough, stopped thinking about the needy pulse of his groin. He only knew the thrill of a fight and his fist crashed into Q's ribs hard. Before Q could recover Bond hit him again, this time in the face.

Date: 2016-05-21 08:21 pm (UTC)
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Bond was used to fighting for survival. When Q crumpled and didn't strike back again he held his fists and waited, waited for another sneak attack. But as Q protected himself against another, Bond came round.

"Oh, shit," he said, realizing what he'd done. "Let me see. Come on. Lift your chin. Let me see," he insisted.

Date: 2016-05-21 08:31 pm (UTC)
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Bond took him at his word though he knew quite the opposite must be true. Bond hadn't held back, it hadn't been a feigned fight. He'd hit to hurt, to get an upper hand. But just as quickly as he'd fallen out of the game he slipped right back into it.

His hands were gentle as he touched Q tenderly, stroking his hair and face lightly.

"That's good," he said. "Now you see, Quinton. Now you see what I'm capable of. Come now. We're friends and I don't want to hurt you badly. But you must behave...or I will."

The light touches made up for the short attack, but they certainly couldn't erase it.

He'd apologize later.

Date: 2016-05-21 10:47 pm (UTC)
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Such an odd word...so out of place. But it did what it was intended to do. Bond stopped immediately, lowered himself to Q's level, and pulled him into his arms.

"It's all right," he said softly. "No more. No more."

For all that he could be brutal, he was equally capable of great tenderness and care.

Date: 2016-05-21 11:04 pm (UTC)
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Bond hushed him softly as he gently held him and rubbed his back.

"Don't apologize," he said. "Never. Do you understand? I'm the one who needs to say I'm sorry for going too far."

Date: 2016-05-21 11:26 pm (UTC)
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He was quiet for a long moment then, utterly silent with his lips pressed to Q's hair. In silence he cradled Q's head and held him close.

Enjoying it. Bond still didn't understand how Q could enjoy things like that, but he knew better than to question it. It was enough to know that he did...and leave it at that.

Bond whispered Q's name. A name he'd only said aloud once before since Q had told him on the plane when he'd been out of it on medication and liquor. A name that was only ever whispered. A name that evaporated as soon as it was given voice...something so powerful he dare not say it too often for fear it would lose it's magic.

"...I love you. I do. Never apologize for who you are."

Date: 2016-05-21 11:36 pm (UTC)
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He was quiet for another long moment.

"I'm not him, and I never will be. No matter what I do, or when, I am not and will never be Terrance," he promised.

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