Q

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"Q could do it," Tanner had suggested, prompting the young Quartermaster to look up from what he was doing and frown deeply.

 

"He certainly could not," the fluffy haired boffin replied blandly, shooting Tanner a look, then returning his attention to his laptop. "Besides, I don't go into the field without double-o seven."

 

It wasn't even official work they were talking about. Q Branch had simply gotten wind that a certain soviet agent was in town, apparently not on business, and at some point had started talking about how useful it might be to bug his personal laptop before five worked out he was here and got to him first. It had started off as light banter, a joke even, but it had gotten more and more serious as the time passed. Serious enough that someone had opened the man's file and had started reading up on the agent in question.

 

"It's not the field, it's a bar," Hopper, a young tech, chimed in. "Besides, you're just his type. Go in, have a flirt, bug him, then get out."

 

Q scowled, but it was obvious that they weren't going to let up- And really, it wasn't a terrible idea. He didn't like going out on something like this without Bond, but Bond wasn't in the office right now. He'd have to do this alone.

 

"Fine," Q eventually agreed with a sigh. "I'll do it."

 

That was how he wound up in a dreadful bar, sitting at a filthy table beside a large man who was attempting to get him very drunk. 

 

"Oh, just one more, come on," the man insisted, putting another beer down in front of Q.

 

His head was already spinning, and he knew if he drank any more he wouldn't be sober enough to do what needed to be done. His fingers grazed over his ear, tapping the device that sat inside as he assured the man he couldn't have another drop, hoping to alert his team that he needed some help- Except there was nothing. No static, no sound at all.

 

"What's wrong?" the Russian asked, his tone calm as his arm snaked around Q. "Can your friends not hear you any more?"

 

Q's pulse fluttered, and he tensed as he felt a small blade press against his side.

 

"You're right, you've had enough to drink," the man whispered. "Let's get out of here, hmm?"

 

Getting to his feet, Q let the man guide him, though the young Quartermaster moved slowly, scanning the crowd for help. He'd known this was a dreadful idea, and the moment he got away from the bastard he was going to march right back to Q branch and tell them all what a bunch of idiots they were.

 

(OTA! Feel free to have your pup notice the hidden knife, or not notice and simply approach Q by chance.)

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[0_0_7]

Bond had come into Six and heard about what had happened and with a scowl and a curse he'd gone to the bar in question. He was ready to shoot someone and he didn't particularly care who- M, Tanner, the mark, whoever. But he didn't have his gun out as he walked in.

He was utterly out of place with his fine suit and titanium watch. He looked around and saw Q and a large man, and he saw a blade. He moved forward and was blocked by a woman who had a smile and a chat up line and when he tried to move off her pimp stepped up to challenge him for being rude and not giving her the time. By the time he'd sorted out that mess and made it to the alley he knew he may well have lost the pair.

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Q had started to struggle once they were out in the alley, grabbing for the blade- and finding himself thrown off guard as the large man smiled and tutted at him, nicking his arm with the blade.

"I've been told you don't like to fly, little one. Is good then that you'll sleep all the way there," the man said, just as a van pulled up and the world went dark.

Bond wasn't alone though. Q was gone, yes, but a shadow stood behind the double-o. Q wouldn't be the only one to make this unexpected trip tonight.

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Bond stepped into the alley and realized a moment too late that the door didn't close behind him as fast as it should. He felt a stick and a sting in his arm through his suit and immediately whirled on the man. He threw a punch and another but then the world was gone and he slumped in the beefy man's arms.

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When Bond woke, he would find himself in a small room, bound to a heavy metal chair and staring through a two way mirror. On the other side was Q, who was not bound at all, and lay unconscious on a cold cement floor.

"He's pretty," a man said, the voice coming from behind the double-o as two heavy hands came to rest on his shoulders, rubbing gently, as if perhaps they were old friends. "I can see why you like him. I can see why anyone would. Pretty is more important than we all like to admit, isn't it?"

The man had no notable accent, he almost sounded American, but not quite. There was something off about his words that caused them to hang oddly in the air- Confident, but uncomfortable.

On the other side of the mirror, Q began to wake. The fluffy haired boffin sat up slowly, taking his glasses off and frowning at the cracks in the lenses. It was immediately apparent that though Bond could see him- He couldn't see James at all.

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Bond struggled but the bonds were strong. He then tried to shake off the hands and craned his head up and back to look at his captor.

"Let him go," he demanded. "We can come to an agreement. Make a deal. Let him go and I'll give you what you're after."

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His captor, however, ignored him. Firm fingers stroked Bond's hair, his nails raking lightly over the double-o's scalp, then lower, caressing his neck and trailing lightly over the line of his jaw.

"Hello?" Q called out after a moment. He was half-blind without his glasses, and though they were cracked he slipped them back on to better inspect the room. The large mirror earned the most scrutiny, and he cupped his hands over his eyes as he tried, and failed, to peer through it. Eventually, however, he turned his attention to the door. He tried the handle, even dared to give it a kick- Though he instantly regretted that when the metal offered no give at all, and he hopped a bit as he swore softly at his own stupidity.

"Hello?" he tried again, eyeing the chair in the corner and frowning when he noticed it was bolted to the floor.

"Don't worry," Bond's captor said, finally coming to stand at Bond's side so the agent could see him. "He thinks he's alone, but he wont be for very long. ...Are you hungry, James? You should eat. What would you like? Name it, it's yours."

[0_0_7]

"Why are you doing this? What do you want?" he demanded, twisting away from the caresses. Cold dread settled in his stomach.

"Is it money? Secrets? What is it?"

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The captor laughed. The light in Bond's room was faint, but not so dim that one couldn't make out the man's dark hair and classically handsome features.

"Oh, you'll figure it out, I'm sure. Though I hope not too soon. I've been looking forward to this for a while now. I couldn't stand for it to be over so quickly. ...Really though, you should eat," he added seriously, not looking terribly interested as Q's room slowly started to fill with smoke.

The young Quartermaster backed away from it, pulling his shirt up to cover his face- Delaying the inevitable. Did they intend to kill him, or simply drug him again? He didn't fancy taking a sniff to figure it out.

[0_0_7]

Bond began to struggle then, fighting and twisting and pulling at his bonds.

"Let me go!" he snarled. "Face me like a man!"

He was loud enough that his voice bounced off the glass and filled the room.

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Q couldn't hear Bond's fuss- He wouldn't have even if the gas hadn't knocked him out.

"Oh, I like this. Look at that fire! I've always heard you're terribly stoic when you're captive, but this is lovely. Just think, James. Just imagine how different the world might be if you'd fallen in love sooner," the man purred, smiling and speaking not unkindly- But almost as if they were old friends, sharing some hilarious inside joke. "Tell me, what has you so angry, hmm? He's not harmed. Even that gas wont damage him. You're so wound up, Bond, and we've not even gotten to the good bit yet."

The door opened, and a woman wheeled in a cart, leaving it in the room before exiting again. There was no cutlery, and it was all on paper plates. Bond's captor lifted the lid, popping a tuna roll between his lips and humming in pleasure.

"...Eat," he said again, holding one to Bond's lips as he smiled. "You'll think clearer if you eat- and I want you on even ground for this, James- Because it's going to be really good."

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"I don't wa-" he said, but before he could finish his protest the man stuffed the food into his mouth. Bond decided it might be best to play along and though he glared he chewed and swallowed.

"Even ground," he repeated flatly. "And why is that?"

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"Because I want you to be fully aware of why this is happening, the moment it dawns on you. I want you to be present, James, do you understand? More importantly, if you want your boyfriend to live, you need to give me what I want- And what I want is your full attention," the man said, speaking calmly and clearly.

Q's room was pitch black, and it stayed that way for a while. Even when the lights came back on, there was still a bit of smoke hanging in the air, making it hard to see what was happening.

Eventually it cleared though, and through the glass James could see Q's sleeping form. His wrists were bound to the arms of the metal chair, but there were no ropes binding his legs or anything else, and it was obvious his bondage wasn't as strict as Bond's. The door opened, and a tall man came through, the sound of the door shutting snapping Q out of his slumber.

The young boffin didn't seem very surprised to be tied up, and he sighed heavily as he looked at the tall man who was currently looming over him.

"I suppose I can make this quick for both of us and assure you I'm not going to tell you anything," Q said dryly, doing a fine job of hiding his fear and appearing unintimidated.

"I have no things to ask," the man replied- A response the boffin clearly hadn't anticipated.

Bond's captor smiled, stroking the double-o's hair again. "Tell me, when did you first know he was the one, James?" he asked curiously.

[0_0_7]

Full attention was something he was willing to give if it meant getting Q free.

"The first time I met my new quartermaster," Bond said. Not the first time he'd met Q, that had been a long time ago and only a seedy tryst. But he'd fallen in love at first sight in a way. Lust, certainly, but it had been deeper than just a stirring in his groin.

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"He's much younger than you are," the man noted, rewarding Bond's honesty by gently scratching the man's scalp- Like a master rewarding a well behaved pet. "I'll have to hurt him if you lie you know. That's just how this works, James. Though I promise that as long as you play nice, I'll play nice too. See?"

The tall man leaned over Q, cupping the Quartermaster's jaw in one hand and stroking gently.

"Get off," Q said quietly, trying to pull away, and gasping when the stranger bent low and pressed a kiss to his forehead. The boffin was silent then, but he drew away, clearly unsettled. This wasn't how abductions generally went.

"Next question," the captor smiled. "What's your fondest memory of your love? What keeps you warm when you think of it? Even during your darkest hours."

[0_0_7]

Bond wasn't about to risk getting Q tortured and it was a small thing, really. He had no shame about loving Q.

"The first time I caught him in satin pants," he said quietly, unable to keep from wondering what sort of pants Q had on today.

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