"You're hurting me," Q gasped, and the shock was genuine. Even when they played rough, bond was always careful with him. So When James took the glass, his hand was a bit unsteady, splashing some on James and himself.

The pain though, that spike of fear, it shot through him like bright pleasure. Genuine shame turned his cheeks red then, as Q wondered just what the hell was wrong with him that he could enjoy even the possibility of Bond doing any kind of real damage.