londoncallingrpg

Hunting down these sorts of men, the kind who bought and sold the innocent, seemed to be a pet project for Bond, and while Q wasn't totally sure what had inspired the man's mission, he respected it.

The first time they'd followed a lead like this, it hadn't gone as hoped. Though this time around at least Q was prepared to play the part. Currently he was alone in the bar, deliberately dressed a bit younger than usual, his glasses swapped out for contacts, and his hair styled in a way that made him look younger.

Q looked young anyway, but like this he truly looked too young to be a bloody quartermaster.

This was just reconnaissance though. They knew their target frequented the bars on this street, and Q's job tonight was to simply catch his interest. He had tanner in his ear, Eve on his phone sending texts, and he wouldn't have been surprised if Bond was listening or watching as well. Though he was sure they were all bored out of their mind right now. There was no sign of their mark, and he was yet to be approached by anyone who might be involved in the ring. ...Or anyone, for that matter.

(OTA! Q is kinda on the job right now, so expect him to play a part, even if you know him. Your pup can be mistaken for the target, an associate of the target, or just get have a nice chat. If you're in the mood your character can even mistake Q for an actual possible victim/target. The choice is yours.)

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quartermaster_q

He had a cover, and he chose to stick with it, shyly moving his leg away slightly from Bond's touch.

"I'm a student, just finished studying abroad in America," Q replied easily. "I'm just settling back in- A bit hard with my parents living abroad, but I do alright. ...What about you, Mr. Bond? What sort of work do you do?"

From:

0_0_7

"I'm involved in international trade. Mergers and acquisitions," he lied so smoothly it was as if it could only be the truth. "I'm out of the country more than I'm in so when I am here I like to enjoy, mm, all the comforts I can indulge in."

He smiled to himself and watched the light, then stepped down on the pedal to race forward the second it changed.

From:

quartermaster_q

Q half curled up in the passenger seat, tucking his legs under himself. It was a small detail, but it added to the image of a man younger than he was, who was in over his head.

He smiled, but said nothing more until they were pulling up to the hotel.

"This is terribly romantic," he purred, aware how wrong it was to say something like that during a game like this. ...Somehow that just made it a bit raunchier.

From:

0_0_7

Bond turned his head to look at Q, his blue eyes sparkling in the bright light of the hotel. A valet rushed to his door and opened it for him, another was at Q's door as well.

"You think so? Then we'll get some champagne," he said, the predatory smile creeping back into place.

From:

quartermaster_q

"You're spoiling me. I like it," Q laughed, stepping out of the car and following Bond inside.

It really was impressive, and though he was playing a part, Q couldn't help but buy into the appeal of James Bond. Really, when James turned on the seduction, he was amazing.

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0_0_7

Bond waited for Q to be beside him and then he put the gentlest hand on the man's back to steer him inside. At the desk he requested the penthouse and a magnum of the finest champagne along with two glasses. And strawberries.

"And what's the name, sir?" the woman behind the desk asked.

"Bond. James Bond."

"Of course, Mr. Bond," she said with a nod. A few keystrokes and she handed the key to the porter who lead them to the lift and let them into the room. He pointed out the amenities and Bond gave him a large note and told him no disturbances except for the drinks. The porter nodded and promised quiet.

He hadn't even left when another man rolled a cart in with champagne on ice and a bowl of berries with sugar and cream. Bond presented him with a note as well, and then the door clicked and locked behind him as he left.

"Now," he said. "A drink?"

From:

quartermaster_q

Q nodded, walking over to the window to admire the view.

"A drink sounds wonderful."

God, Bond was- Far too good at this. The drinks, the view, the man himself... Who wouldn't buy into the charm and romance of it all? Who wouldn't be seduced?

Though Q was starting to wonder if the game had changed. he'd thought this was going to be something dangerous and thrilling, but Bond seemed set on seduction and impressing him. Not that he was complaining, it just made him wonder if he ought to approach this differently.

From:

0_0_7

Bond poured two glasses and brought one over to Q at the window.

"It's lovely, isn't it? I love this city. I love England," he said. When Q took the glass he slipped an arm around the man's waist and then pulled him close with one rough jerk. His fingers dug in too hard. His eyes on Q, his mouth was a placid line and there was a heat in his eyes.

"And still...I'd rather look at you."

From:

quartermaster_q

Q gasped, his heart fluttering in excitement. Bond was- Beautiful. From the set of his jaw to those bottomless blue eyes, Q doubted there was anyone who could resist his charm.

"Oh?" he asked, quietly, sipping his champaign and blushing just a bit- And it wasn't all an act.

From:

0_0_7

"Oh yes," he replied, pulling Q close and holding him with a strong arm. His other hand came up to touch Q's cheek lightly, tracing his jaw and ghosting his thumb across Q's lip.

"You are such a lovely creature. You do know what I've got in mind, don't you?" he asked. Before Q could answer he leaned in and put his lips by the man's ear. "I want to hear you beg."

From:

quartermaster_q

Q gasped, but to his credit, he could play this game too, and he deliberately parted his lips invitingly, letting them hang open a beat too long, before bashfully pulling away.

"I don't know about begging, but- I do hope to get to know you," he said innocently.

From:

0_0_7

Q was so good at this. Too good. It was no wonder he was good bait for these vile men who traded in flesh. He was so alluring, so tempting. Blood rushed to his groin and his heart beat faster as Q slipped from his hold.

"You're going to get to know me very well," he promised. "First thing you can learn is that I'm a man who's used to getting what I want."

From:

quartermaster_q

"I don't doubt that. You seem to have the world at your feet," Q said, glancing over with a look that was just a bit more honest than the game they were playing.

"Has anyone ever said no to you?"

From:

0_0_7

"No one alive," he replied smoothly. "It's my least favorite word."

He moved in on him again, taking hold of Q's arm to pull him close again.

"Do you think you're going to be the one to tell me no for the first time in so long?"

From:

quartermaster_q

Q's mind flashed on the night they'd met Tony, the way he'd foolishly thought Bond might need some pointers. The way James had roughly caught him by the ear and assured him it wasn't his first time playing the game.

The memory made him shiver- And though it should have been in fear, it wasn't at all.

Were they still on the job, this would have been the part where Q promised to be good. ...But this wasn't the job any more. It was him and Bond, and Q greedily wanted to shove as hard as he could. He wanted to do all the things he knew he shouldn't in such a safe and sane relationship. ...Perhaps that was self destructive of him, or maybe it was just selfish. Either way, it was the way he took things.

"Let go," he demanded quietly, holding the glass tight as he tried to free his arm.

From:

0_0_7

He heard Q and did quite the opposite. His grip tightened until he could feel the fine bones nearly threaten to snap. He knew what kind of bright pain it was. But as quickly as he did it he loosened his grip...just enough to not be excruciating but not enough to let him go.

"So you do think you'll be the one to tell me no," he said. "I don't think you understand what a mistake that is on your part."

Then he reached to take the champagne before Q could break the glass. He didn't want him to hurt himself, nor did he want him to have a weapon. Every move was calculated and measured, but he was deeply determined.

From:

quartermaster_q

"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.

From:

0_0_7

"Oh, love, I haven't begun to hurt you," Bond answered. He put the glass down and when he came back he slapped Q across the face. This was so much easier to do like this. This wasn't even a game, this was was a legend, another him. They might have the same name but like this he wasn't Q's James. He was another man entirely. One who didn't take no for an answer. One who took what he wanted. One who could look at the man before him and who could ache to hurt him just to hear him cry out.

It was easier like this.

From:

quartermaster_q

Bond's hand made contact, and in that moment he stopped being Q and fell into the game completely. it was so wrong, but in a way, Q had missed this. Missed how easy it was to just let the world tear you apart. To fight, knowing you'd lose. ...To fight wanting to lose, because it was so much easier than winning.

"You hit me," he gasped, meeting Bond's gaze with his own.

From:

0_0_7

"I did," he replied with a nod. But his next touch was lighter, a bit of a reward for not balking entirely. He traced his fingers over the hot, pink skin of Q's cheek, so light and so gentle.

"Let me kiss it and make it better," he said. He leaned in and kissed the hot skin lightly, which might have been kind if he didn't keep up a brutal grip on Q's arm.

From:

quartermaster_q

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.

From:

0_0_7

"Because you are," Bond answered, not missing a beat as the game shifted to reality. He could put desire on hold and he always would when it came to Q's needs. For now he simply held him close with one arm while the fingers of his other hand pushed into the man's hair to rub his scalp.

"Shall we stop now?" he asked, not interested in making Q use his safe word tonight. He was aware of the possibility that Q would never use the word with him.

From:

quartermaster_q

"I don't want to stop," Q said quietly. "I hate that I don't want to stop. ...I want you to hurt me. I want to ache for days. I want you to be cruel, and ruthless. I want that cold hearted killer."

He hid his face against the crook of Bond's neck, exhaling with a shudder against warm skin.

The man's scent was intoxicating, and Q let out a soft moan of pleasure before biting down hard enough not just to sting, but to leave a mark.

From:

0_0_7

Bond's fingers curled tight in Q's hair, though he didn't pull him off. He held him in place as he began to truly ache with need. He let the bite go on until he had to breathe through the pain and only then did he pull hard enough to get Q off of him.

"You ruddy little bastard," he snarled, then gave Q's head a shake. His other hand closed around his throat. "Try that again and I'll make you sorry you ever thought you could."

From:

quartermaster_q

Q wasn't stupid enough to struggle With Bond's hand around his neck, and he went still, hissing softly in pain, but otherwise behaving.

"Please," he gasped- and it was hard to tell if he was back in the game of not. ...Not that it mattered. Either way, he was practically begging for the same thing.