Q whimpered, and it wasn't put on. It was small and nervous, and his shoulders tensed as he accepted the kiss. His whole body lit up at the combination of cruelty and affection though, and despite the fact that he so badly wanted to keep going, a small voice in the back of his mind whispered to him about just how wrong it was- just how damaged he must be to crave violence from the man he loved.
His shoulders shook, and his free hand reached for Bond, clutching at the double-o's shirt as he stepped closer, then embraced him, burying his face against James' shoulder.
"Why am I like this?" he asked, his voice tight and breathless, as though he was fighting back tears.
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Date: 2016-05-20 05:31 am (UTC)His shoulders shook, and his free hand reached for Bond, clutching at the double-o's shirt as he stepped closer, then embraced him, burying his face against James' shoulder.
"Why am I like this?" he asked, his voice tight and breathless, as though he was fighting back tears.