I own none of the fandoms for which I am making fics of . They belong to those who created and published them . I am just playing with them . Title : The Defiant Ones Author : rivermoon1970 Fandom : Criminal Minds Artist : blythechild , the art above is an original work and is owned and copyrighted to blythechild . Do not download or share said work . For the rest of the art for this story please click on the name and it will re - direct you to the page . Summary : Q always answered when Bond called him . He always did what he needed and then stepped back into the shadows as Bond lived his life . This time was no different . Q berated himself for the entire train ride from London to Paris . He was in the seat beside James Bond , and ignored him . He didn 't know why he had come when Bond had shown up again at his house . They were in the dining car , and Q should have known to not leave room for the other man to slip in beside him . Bond had sat down next to him and hadn 't let him up at all . Bond had been waiting on the porch of his house when Q arrived there after work . There was evidence that the former agent had tried to break into his house . Q had felt a little smug that he had been unable . It had been the first thing that Q had done . Bond had gotten too used to just slipping in and out of Q 's flat , and bed before he had taken off with Madeleine Swann . It hadn 't taken long to figure out what Bond wanted from him , and it wasn 't a fuck . Instead , he wanted Q 's help with an issue that had popped up for him in Paris . Something that Bond asserted only Q could help with . Q had dismissed him and entered the house , trying to ignore the shadow haunting his doorstep . He made it all the way to getting into bed , but then the rain had started . A dreadful downpour that had made Q 's heart melt . He 'd opened the door and there was Bond , still on the step . Hunched into his coat with the collar turned up to stop the rain from sliding down his neck . Q wished he had just gone back into work . There was much to be done still in the aftermath of Nine Eyes . Mallory had been trying to get him . to take a vacation , and Q figured that he would spend a few hours helping Bond in Paris . He would then slip away to Lyon to spend the rest of the two weeks off that he had asked for . Mallory had nearly crowed that Q was actually taking time off . . The man hadn 't been upset about being woken up . In fact , he told Q he was happy he was taking time off as HR would get off his neck . Bond didn 't answer . His face was unreadable as he looked out the window on the far side of the train . The waitress came around taking drink orders , and Bond ordered a scotch for himself , and a glass of Q 's favorite wine . Their dinner was served just moments later , and the waitress brought their drinks around before Q had even tucked into his food . Q ate quickly and methodically as he nursed the glass of wine . He didn 't need it to go to his head at all . He was glad that Bond didn 't want conversation while he ate . Usually the man was talkative and flirty . That threw a red flag to Q , but he wasn 't sure exactly what was wrong with him . " Don 't , " Q said as he started to stand . He snagged his wine glass and his laptop bag before he turned to face the aisle . Bond stood and allowed him out . Q went back to their sleeping cabin . Bond had opted for it , even though there would barely be time to sleep before they got to Paris . A show of opulence and arrogance . Q stopped at the bar and refilled his glass of wine before he went back to their cabin . Bond had even procured them one with a single bed . It was a three hour ride , and Bond had said the room was so that Q could work if he wanted . Q instilled himself in the chair , balancing his wine glass on his knee . He wasn 't sure why Bond needed him , but he hoped that when it was all said and done , the man would never want Q for anything ever again . Q stared at the screen of his tablet , but didn 't do any actual work . His crush on 007 had started long before he had worked with the man as his Quartermaster . He always had been attracted to assholes , and it was why he stopped dating even before he entered uni . He focused on his education , and then getting into MI6 . He had wanted that job since he was a kid . What job he wanted inside of MI6 had changed as the years had gone on . His love of spies had never gone away , and his love of the spy trade only grew after he had first joined MI6 . His aunt blamed herself , and she made sure that he was well and away from anything that could be deemed dangerous , but she hadn 't blocked him from joining MI6 . In the aftermath of the attack on MI6 , his aunt hadn 't fought him when he had wanted to step up into the place of Q . They had lost a good bit of Q Branch when the explosion had happened . The top five boffins inside of Q Branch had died , and the branch had been listless until Q had arrived , and started to bully them around . He had been the head of TSS , and while many in Q Branch had balked at what Q had wanted them doing , they had caved in the end . No one inside of MI6 , outside of Tanner , knew that while M hadn 't had any children , she had taken in her nephew when his parents had been killed in a airplane crash when he was three . Q had barely remembered them by the time that he was a teenager , being raised mostly by his uncle with his aunt on the periphery . He loved his aunt even if he hadn 't seen her much while growing up . Olivia Mansfield had blamed herself for Q wanting to get into MI6 . She had given him the nickname of Q just weeks after he had moved in with them . She found him in the kitchen with the toaster in pieces all over the kitchen table , crumbs scattered everywhere , and black marks from burnt toast all over his face . But , when him and his uncle had put it back together , it quit catching , and the toast stopped sticking inside and not popping up . When she was home before Q went to bed , M would tell him stories . Usually very sanitized versions of mission , but missions nonetheless . Of course , his first brush with an agent in her service had been when he visited M from the science bunker his aunt had stuck him in for his first three years at MI6 . It was the start of the Casino Royale mission as M had called it . Q had been in his bedroom when Bond had gained entry to the flat that his aunt and uncle had moved into after he left for university at fifteen . He had his own room in the new flat , but he made sure it was protected better than the rest of the flat . Bond had one day proved how easily his aunt 's security could be breached . The tech that Bond had used to get access to the SIM card on the phone , Q had created as part of what had got him into MI6 . It was the first piece of technology that Q had made that he had seen in action . He never got to see his technology in action , and it had been part of what endeared Bond to him before he 'd ever met the man . Bond had never even known that he was there , and if his aunt had been more willing to look at his texts , she would have seen his message that Bond had gained access . Thankfully his uncle had been at a bridge game . After Bond had left , Q had exited his bedroom . M had been shocked to see him there . Q had told her to quit ignoring him , and she would have known that he was there before she stepped off the elevator . The door opening startled Q out of his memories . Bond had a bottle of wine in his hand , Q 's favorite . It wasn 't opened yet . He had two new wine glasses in hand . " And ? " Q actually started to work on his tablet , trying to not look at Bond as he shut the door and set the wine and glasses down . He started to work open the buttons on his suit jacket . " I 'm always tense . Just because I am heading off with you doesn 't mean that I can just drop everything . I have thirteen agents that I have to take care of , and seven of which are on missions right now . " " Yes . " Q actually looked up because Bond 's tone was weird . " Did you think that the moniker of 007 was going to be retired ? That no one would ever be able to fill your shoes ? " Bond said nothing as he popped the cork on the wine , and poured some into his glass before he drank half of it and refilled it . Q watched him with a disinterested eye . When Bond continued to say nothing , Q turned back to his work . The coding on the drive for 007 's next mission was giving him fits . He disliked Russian programming , it made him feel like he was back at uni . Silence filled the compartment and after nearly twenty minutes , Bond left the room . Q hacked into the camera feed for the train and kept an eye on him . The wine bottle in the room was empty . Q worked on the code as he checked on Bond as he ambled down the train to the bar compartment . Q watched , as instead of going for the woman at the bar alone , Bond just moved to one of the seats in the back of the car . He sat down and set his half full wine glass on the table , just staring at it . Q wondered if Madeleine had done the last bit of destroying the goodness that seemed to have survived after what Vesper Lynd had done to him . At twenty minutes before they pulled into the station , a voice called out over the intercom system on the train to tell them that they were arriving in Paris , and all who were departing needed to be ready . Q packed up his things that he had scattered about , which wasn 't much at all . He slipped his tablet into the case , and then it was put in it 's compartment in Q 's bag . Q stayed seated though , and pulled his cell phone from his pocket . He brought up the camera feed from his house and checked on his cats . He found them lazing on his bed . He had set the house on lockdown which meant that no one would be able to enter at all , or all of MI6 would descend on them . Ozma and Mombi had automated feeders on the first and second floors , as well as several spots where water was kept fresh . Q had set up pipes that ran directly to those spots from separate filters , and a reservoir , just in case the water for some reason was ever shut off . There was enough water to last them a month in the reservoir , and enough food for the same amount in the air tight feeders . Q Branch would miss seeing them when he did bring them in on the weekends when he worked , but it was what it was . The Athénée was a beautiful hotel . Q wasn 't shocked that it was where Bond was staying at in Paris . On the cab ride over from the train station , the man hadn 't answered a single question about what exactly kind of trouble Bond had gotten himself into . The man was tight lipped , even more than he ever had been when he had worked for Her Majesty 's Secret Service . Bond opened Q 's door to the cab before Q could , as he was busy looking at the hotel . Bond held his hand out to help him out of the cab , but instead of taking it , Q hung his laptop bag over it . Bond frowned , but he hefted it over his shoulder while the cab driver popped the trunk to get Q 's backpack and suitcase . Q shouldered the backpack , and took the suitcase before moving towards the doors . Bond rushed to follow . Q regretted the arrangement of things as soon as Bond 's hand settled on the small of his back . He should have given Bond his suitcase , then the man wouldn 't have been able to tuck Q into his body like he had as they walked towards the elevators . Bond said nothing to the couple that was in the elevator with them as they ascended up inside the hotel . " The Eiffel Suites . I choose one of the Art Deco ones when I checked in . I think you 'll like it , " Bond whispered in Q 's ear as the couple left the elevator . The woman looked back at them as her husband started down the hall . Q could read her thoughts by the look in her eye , but her gaze was centered more on Bond than him . She wanted him , and she was right up his alley . He did prefer married women for his dalliances because it was easier . That had been before Vesper . Post Vesper he only dallied with women on missions , and then after Skyfall , he 'd turned his eye to Q . Q had no clue why the man had kept coming back to him other than he was easy and available every single time he wanted sex . Q had started to look more into it than what it was , and just at the moment he had come to depend on Bond , Bond had left him with egg on his face . He traipsed off with Madeleine Swann . " A room is a room . I would think you 'd know that by now . " Q didn 't even look at Bond to see if his words had a reaction . Bond had said as much to him the first time that Q had given into his seduction . Throwing the words back at Bond felt good . Bond , though , didn 't rise up to the challenge . Instead he stayed silent as the doors closed , and they continued to the upper floors . When the doors opened again , Bond bowed and Q waited for him to exit before he did . It was better with Bond in front of him . Q shifted his suitcase to his other hand and shifted the backpack on his shoulders . Bond opened the door and Q finally passed by him to enter the suite . As soon as he did , Q knew what Bond had done . There was only a single bedroom . He could see into the bedroom , but there was no other room off of it . Q set his suitcase down on the couch , and then his backpack before he confirmed it all . He walked around the main room before he moved to the bedroom , and then finally the bathroom . It was all very James Bond esque and Q knew that whatever Bond needed , his plan was for him and Q to share a bed until it was done , but that wasn 't Q 's plan . Q walked back to the main room and looked at the two couches . He sat down on the first one , and then the second before deciding that the first would be the one he did his work on , while the second was the one he was going to sleep on . He started to open up his laptop case and laid out his things across the top of the coffee table between the couches . " I 'm fine , " Q spoke aloud to the computer while he worked on getting his secure net set up on his equipment . He didn 't trust the hotel Wi - Fi at all . It wasn 't anywhere near the best . " That 's the unfinished business . Keep an eye on this location , but do not let Moneypenny , Tanner , or Mallory catch you watching this . If you don 't hear from me by 2000 hours , send someone . " Q looked up to see Bond in the kitchen . He looked to be making coffee . He was pretty certain that Bond was listening to every single word . " Check in tomorrow . " Q closed the app and executed the program that took control of the hotel 's entire digital signature and made it his own . The only hiccup would be if a credit card was run at that second , but the hotel would just consider it a fluke . There wasn 't going to be a person inside the hotel that Q wouldn 't know everything about within seconds . No signal was going to go in , or out that Q found suspicious . He started a top to bottom search for anything out of place , and within moments he found that there was nothing . Whatever this was that Bond wanted his help on , it wasn 't centered here , so this was just a distraction . It was a place for him to act like whatever was going on wasn 't going on . " I can 't start anything if I don 't know what is going on . " Q stood up and when he walked towards the kitchen , the smell of coffee did not hit him as he entered . Instead what he smelled was bergamot . He looked and saw a few canisters of tea all on the counter by the electric kettle . There was a cup with steam coming out of it . Q looked at Bond as the man raised his hand from the cup in front of him . With it came a tea strainer . It was set down on a small plate beside the kettle before the former agent finished making the tea perfectly to the way that Q liked it . Bond had seen him make it in the office enough that Q wasn 't shocked by the fact that he knew how to make it , he was just shocked the man had made him a cup of tea . " Bond , you are going to have to come clean to get my help , you know that right ? " Q took the cup when Bond handed it over . He sniffed it before he took a sip . He was used to hot tea , most of the time needing the caffeine to wake him up after a long night and not enough sleep , drinking it before it really should be drank . " I 'll explain what I need from you in the morning . I can tell that you 've not got enough sleep . You need it and yes this is decaf tea . " Q didn 't answer . He drained the tea before setting the cup down and leaving the kitchen . He moved towards the bedroom and found the extra linens tucked in a closet . He pulled a pillow , a sheet , and a blanket . Back in the main room , Q set about making his bed as he listened to Bond cleaning up in the kitchen . It was all ready for him to lay down when Bond entered . He looked shocked . " Yes , there is and we both know what happens when you and I sleep in the same bed . I 'm fine out here . " Q searched in his suitcase for the sleep pants that he 'd brought . He found them and looked at Bond as he stripped down to change into the pants . Bond 's eyes never left his face , but he could see the interest in his eyes . Q knew that he was desirable . He wasn 't sickly with his weight , but he was on the lithe side . He had some muscle from what little exercise he did fit in . He liked running , usually coding verbally to his computer while he ran on the treadmill in the mornings before work . He had a routine , and he would keep to it once he got home , but first he had to make sure that the parts of his life that worked before it was disrupted were gone . That meant making sure that Bond knew that this was the end . " Go ahead and find your silk pants and slip into them , Bond . Enjoy your fine things . " " Bond . You said I need sleep . " Q turned to get ready to lay down when he heard the whisper of clothes that told him that Bond was behind him . He was braced for the touch on the small of his back . Bond 's hand started there and moved up to spread out on his shoulder blades . He knew the feel of that hand on his back , but he didn 't allow it to turn him to mush like it used to . " No , thank you . I won 't get much sleep at all like that . I seem to remember that you like seconds and thirds then a small meal for breakfast . " " Well , I do now . " Q didn 't even have to jerk away from Bond . The hand left his back and the breath stopped on his ear . There was silence in the room until the soft click of the door told Q that Bond had shut the door behind him . Q released a breath of air before he laid down on the couch and covered himself up with the blanket . He didn 't put it past Bond to try and convince him into the bed in the middle of the night , but he trusted that Bond wouldn 't do anything untoward . Bond at least had those principles . The sound of windows opening was what woke Q up . He didn 't make as sound as he listened for signs of it being someone who wasn 't Bond . When a knock came at the door and room service was called out , Bond laid a robe on the back of the couch , but Q just looked at it before moving towards the bathroom with his suitcase . Q dressed quickly in clean clothes , and looked to find the hamper in the bathroom . He figured that Bond would handle sending them out to be cleaned if they stayed long enough . He didn 't pack any of his favorite clothing , just to be safe . He didn 't want to lament losing anything if they had to run . By the time that Q exited the bathroom , Bond had a room service breakfast sitting on the balcony . The man was pouring a cup of coffee in a cup as Q moved to take a seat . He 'd give the man a little of what he wanted in hopes that it would make him more inclined to talk . " I 've been here in Paris for five weeks at this point . One week in I noticed a few things that were odd . I 've been following it all , and I snuck into a hotel on the other side of the city . That 's where I got the laptop . And I can 't get into it , even with some of the things from Q Branch that I kept over the years . I have figured out that it all centers around one man . I 've been following him every day , but nothing . I was hoping you would go with me and help me track him . " Q sighed but he started to eat again . The view from the room was beautiful . It was overlooking the Eiffel Tower just like the name of the room suggested . " How are Mombi and Ozma liking their new house ? " Bond asked after he tucked back into his breakfast . Q looked up at him and tried to figure out if Bond was making small talk because he was wanting to fill the silence , or if he truly wanted to know . He couldn 't figure it out . " They are adjusting . They love the backyard and the bird trees . I let them run around there when I am home long enough . Mombi slipped the fence once , came right back and sat outside the front door and yowled until I let her back inside . " " Hmm . " Q reached over for the pot of coffee and poured himself a cup . He liked his coffee black . There wasn 't any cream or sugar on the table at all . He knew that black was how Bond took his coffee as well . " Yes . I did create that motorized mouse chasing toy that I talked about . " It was easy to act like he was talking to a friend . That he wasn 't talking to a man who had visited his bed for over a year before just leaving without a single word . Just the thought of it turned Q 's mood sour . He plucked his cloth napkin from his lap and laid it on the table beside his plate . " I 'm done . I 'd prefer to look at this computer . " " Of course , Quartermaster . I 'm sorry . " Bond at least looked like he was sorry , but Q was unused to being around him , and he couldn 't tell if it was fake or not . Bond laid his napkin on his seat and moved inside . Q followed him after a few seconds . Bond went to the bedroom while Q sat down in front of his own equipment . When Bond came back with a fairly new looking laptop , Q held out his hands for it . It was passed over without any words , and Q booted it up . The screen that greeted Q wasn 't what he was expecting . There was a solid wall of code blinking at him with seven different lines for execution . Q frowned . It had been a long time since he had a challenge like this computer was . Grabbing cords from his backpack , Q started hooking the laptop to his own . Only to frown when nothing happened . He grabbed up a power reader and tested every single port . The only port that worked was the charging port . Someone had rigged it so that no outside access could be gained that way . Q didn 't notice when Bond slipped away , he only noticed the passing of time by the cups of tea that were set beside him . He drank them , not caring the flavor . He worked for hours , trying to decipher the code , but it in itself was a code as well . After his seventh cup of tea , the code changed . Q stared at the screen as the coding changed and none of it was the same . This time there were eight lines for execution . Q dug into his backpack and found his digital notebook and stylus pen . He synced the two up to each other before syncing the notebook to his laptop . He liked cracking things by hand and since there was a time limit , he needed his best . Q looked at the time and realized it was eleven . He ticked that in the upper hand of the notebook page before he started trying to crack it all . Q looked up at him and his eyes unfocused themselves a little . It took a few seconds for him to be able to see Bond . In his hands were Q 's prescription sunglasses . " I … " Q looked at the computer as it shifted in code again . He sighed and looked at the time . It was 1400 . Q saved the work on his notebook , his laptop , and powered down the seemingly unhackable laptop . He did need a mental break . He could use his tablet , and look over the code just in case that arrangement of executable lines came up again . " Let me just … " Q pointed at the bathroom . He moved towards the room and when he entered the bathroom , he locked the door . He hadn 't even heard Bond getting into his bag . That wasn 't good . He wasn 't staying as alert as he should have been with him . Q washed his face before looking at himself . He didn 't look different , but then nothing was different . He slept well despite where he was . He trusted Bond enough to protect him from whoever they were going after . That much was sure . He was ready to face Bond again after staring at himself a little longer . Bond had his tablet in it 's neoprene sleeve and his phone stacked on top on the table just by the door . In his hands was a change of clothes . Q 's clothes . Q looked down and realized he was still in his pajama pants . Q blushed and took the clothes before heading to the bedroom . He could tell that Bond had chosen with care , keeping to Q 's normal style , but with a more upscale style . Q frowned at the choices for a few seconds before he changed . He was glad that Bond had put pants in the pile as Q slept in just sleep pants . He fixed the outfit , tucking in the dress shirt before slipping the dark blue cardigan on . There was even a tie , but he just left it by the sink as it wasn 't his tie , and he wasn 't going to stroke Bond 's ego by wearing one of his . Bond was waiting for him right outside the door , his eyes swept from head to toe before settling on his neck . " Hmm . " Bond walked past him into the bathroom and picked up the tie . " Wearing it isn 't going to give me a claim on you . " " Any more than you already feel ? " Q asked . Bond moved back into the living room area and laid the tie down on Q 's suitcase that was on the far couch . He turned and it was like the conversation never happened . Q upped the tension by going back to his case and getting out one of his blander ties . It matched his cardigan . He felt Bond 's eyes on him the entire time he was working it around . The bland smile was on Bond 's face as he ushered Q to the door . The walk to the Bistro took time , and Q would have rather been doing anything else . Bond kept up a litany of facts about the area that they were walking in . Quips about shop owners and whatnot . Q was listening to him with one ear , and watching everything around him . He realized too late that he 'd stopped paying attention to where Bond was in relation to him . He felt the hand on his hip and almost jerked out of it 's hold , but before he could he turned , and found that Bond was right there . " Inside that shop there , I killed an assassin from Prague . " Bond 's words were soft and right in Q 's ear . His body was close enough for Q to feel his body heat . When they started moving again , Bond stayed there . Right at his back , hand on his opposite hip , and too close again , but Q knew what he was playing at this time . They were in public , and the only way to make Bond stop what he was doing was to make a scene . Q decided that he was going to play the act that Bond wanted , at least for now . The bistro was nothing fancy , but it looked homey , and Bond led them to a seat in the front corner . Q wasn 't given the option of where he was sitting as the former agent stuffed him into the booth first and slid in after him . Q glared at the man as he reached over for the card that gave the daily specials . Q read it over as the waitress came over to the table . " House hot tea for me , " Q said before Bond could answer for him . Bond gave him a smile for his cheek and ordered a coffee . The waitress nodded and walked away , without saying a single word . " What ? " Q asked , his voice low as he tucked his ears in towards Bond 's neck . For anyone looking , it was a gesture of affection and friendliness , but for Q it was to make sure no one heard him . Q looked up at Bond , trying to figure out exactly the meaning of his words . Bond stared back at him , but his face was impassive except for his eyes . He didn 't think that he had ever seen Bond look scared before . Q didn 't know what to make of that , so he pulled out his tablet and set to work on the code that had been on the computer . " When does this mysterious man get here ? " Q asked , not taking his eyes off of the screen in front of him , even when a pot of tea was set in front of him with a small cup of cream and a sugar bowl . He reached forward to grab the cup , but Bond beat him to it . Q looked at him briefly before turning away . Just as he was settling back into looking at the tablet a roguish thought crossed his mind . He smiled , leaned over , and gave Bond a kiss on the cheek . He nuzzled his nose in briefly before muttering just loud enough for the closer tables to hear , " You always take such good care of me . " The waitress came back a few minutes later for their order , and Q just waved at Bond to order for him . The menus were in French , and while Q could read and write French , he didn 't quite want Bond to know that . He kept a lot of his education a secret from everyone around him . Moneypenny had tried for a long while to crack him and had finally given up . Mallory had stopped trying to get to his real personnel file a day into taking over as head of MI6 . Q wasn 't even sure that an actual real file existed anywhere . He had his information in his own head , but when he had filled out all the paperwork , it had been with the identity that was created for use when in school . . His real name had been filed as dead with the world when his parents had died , and a new alias had been given to him . He was sure that somewhere there was a record , but he was certain that M had made it lost to all but the most desperate . " You will . " Bond gripped his chin between his thumb and forefinger , turning him to face him . Q felt that happiness about winning a few moments before fade as he was kissed . The kiss was just on the bad side of allowable in public , and Q felt that old need rush back into his body . That need that Bond was always able to make surface was right there under his skin . " Beautiful . " Food was set down , and Q picked up the sandwich half on his plate and started to nibble on it while he worked . The smell of the soup drew him out of his work when he was about halfway done with the sandwich . He set down the tablet and picked up the spoon . It was a spicy chicken noodle soup , Q found when he took the first spoonful . Just enough spice to be perfect . Q practically inhaled the soup , and found himself still hungry as he looked at the dregs in the bowl , and the crumbs from his sandwich . He turned to try and flag down the waitress , but in Bond 's hand was the other half of the sandwich . Q took the sandwich and smiled at him before taking a bite . Bond 's eyes watched him as he took a few bites and turned back to his tablet . He could feel that gaze on him the entire time . Q 's bowl was taken from him and not replaced , but his tea was . Another hour and then Bond 's entire body went rigid . There was no outward change , but Q could tell as he had seen the man both relaxed , and on edge , and trying to not act like it for years . Q made a show of refilling his tea so that he could look at the man that entered the bistro . The man was old , weathered in a way that was more than just age . He felt as old as he looked and acted older . Q looked at Bond through the corner of his eyes , and saw that his gaze was glued on the man . This had to be the man that Bond was following to try and figure out his role in the whole scheme of things . Q went back to working on his tablet , but looked up at the man as he ordered coffee and what looked to be just the soup . He ate three bowls over the course of an hour as he read in a book . He was almost as boring as Q when it came to what he did when he was in public . Still Bond watched his every move whether it was with his own eyes , in the window of the bistro , or using the mirror that was placed to help those in the back see the counter . It worked for Bond as he was able to see the man in it . After his last bowl , the man sat at the table for another hour before he moved to pay . Bond laid a hand on Q 's shoulder , telling him nonverbally to stay . Q did as he asked as the former agent moved to pay . Still he powered down his tablet and kept his eyes on the old man . Bond wasn 't watching him that close , but instead was focusing on paying , so Q took up the watching mantel . He could tell Bond wasn 't worried about losing the man , so when the old man stepped out of the bistro , Q just watched which direction he went then turned to look at Bond . When Bond turned from the register , the smile on his face was beguiling . Q found himself smiling back at him , and he was sure that the other patrons of the bistro thought that he looked sick in love . Bond stepped towards him , their eyes locked before he pulled Q up and laid a kiss on him that took Q 's breath away , and made his knees weak . Only Bond 's hands wrapped around his upper arms stopped him from falling . " Let 's go back to the hotel , " Bond whispered when he pulled back just enough to speak . It was like a bucket of ice on Q 's skin . He pulled back farther and leaned down to grab his bag , slipping it over his shoulder before placing his tablet in it . Bond stepped back to a respectable distance , but still with an intimacy that spoke of their fake relationship . Q tried to figure out what Bond 's true game was . He couldn 't be missing sex . He could pick up anyone . Even if the ruse as fiancés was in play , he could hit a brothel somewhere in the city , and no one would know , so why was he doing it . He also seriously doubted that Bond 's bed had been empty after Madeleine had left him . Q used the bag as a shield . Bond said nothing as they exited the bistro , but the man did walk with his hand on Q 's back . He settled in for the walk and after a few minutes of walking a little faster than normal , they caught up with the old man . The pair slowed down so that they wouldn 't overtake the man , and through the streets of Paris they walked . L ' aquarium de Paris was the destination that they ended up at , Q looked at Bond and was a little shocked at where they were , but the old man was definitely going in there . Bond said nothing as he paid for them to get in . The aquarium wasn 't that full of people . In fact it was nearly dead inside . The older man took his time as he walked down the shark tunnel . Bond was fascinated at looking at the sharks as they swam above , but Q just looked ahead . He frowned as he almost ran into Bond as the man stared above him . Q settled down and watched . It was calming , watching the fish . Hours they sat there watching . Bond would get up and move towards the tank , watching sharks swim among the other fish in the tank , and even a school of fish started to play a game of tag with each other . When Bond sat down again , he was closer to Q , wrapping an arm around his waist and holding him there . No one paid them any mind , as they passed by . " No . He never locks it . I stayed overnight watching him and nothing . I even spent a day flirting with a lady , and got that he lives alone , and that his name brings up nothing , but he 's connected to that computer and the mob that 's connected on the edge . " Q woke up on the couch and covered his head with the blanket . He was frustrated . He could hear Bond moving around the hotel room . He was tired of the routine . He would rather stay at the hotel and work on the laptop , but Bond drug him out to the bistro every single day for soup and sandwiches , pots of tea , and watching an old man eat soup . Then it was off to the aquarium for hours . Q had started to copy down all the lines of code the laptop gave him , and spent the hours at the aquarium trying to crack it . He needed time alone , but Bond didn 't let him have it . He was right there all the time . Q had never been exposed to him as much as he had over the past week . Today was day eight of Q being in Paris with Bond . He was going to force Bond to leave him . It wasn 't until Bond dropped a book that Q figured out how to do it . He moaned like he was in pain then soft footsteps came across the room . Bond didn 't rip the blanket back , but he crouched at Q 's side . " Headache , " Q croaked . Bond had been over once , sneaking into his apartment to find him in bed . His head had been pounding , and even the sound of Bond 's breathing had made him want to kill the man . Still Bond had made him tea and sat with him for a while , rubbing his head until his medicine was able to knock him out . " Shh , " Bond said and he moved away . The sound of the curtains being drawn , and the lights turning off followed . Q listened hard as he heard water start up in the kitchen before the noise of the kettle being turned on sounded in the now quiet hotel room . Q didn 't move at all , instead he just listened . This was … Q had put up that boundary between him and Bond after that first day . When they were out and about , Q was good at acting like a loving fiancé , but in private , Q stayed far away from him . Q sat up , keeping the blanket over his head . He wasn 't going to have James bloody Bond carry him to bed . He allowed the former agent to direct him , even though , he knew he could walk there with no assistance , even with his eyes covered . Q settled himself on the bed and kept the covers over his head . Bond 's weight disappeared , and Q gave it a thirty count before he moved the cover off his head . The room was pitch black , but the smell of tea had already filled the room . He took a sip of the cup as the door to the room opened again . He braced himself for light , but found Bond had turned off all the lights in the entire hotel suite . Q set the cup down and laid down , his eyes closed . He wondered what Bond was going to do . Bond sat on the bed and leaned over him . A kiss was placed on each of his eyelids before a cool , wet rag was laid over . Bond 's fingers buried themselves in his hair , and his head was massaged some . Q let out an involuntary moan at the pleasure it spiked in him . He kept his face as close to a mask as he could get as Bond work on his head . His fingers were magic and Q wasn 't going to ask him to stop . Even though he slept the entire night , Q found himself drifting closer to that edge of sleep . As his breathing deepened , Bond pulled his hands away and Q was certain he felt a brush of lips on his cheek , and then his own lips before the man got up from the bed , so easy that Q barely felt it . The door shut with a soft snick and Q was asleep . Q woke up sometime later , his body relaxed . He sat up and stretched . Looking at the time , he was shocked to find he had slept until two . He moved towards the door , and found the suite just as dark as it was empty . Q moved back to the bed and turned on a low light . There was a note from Bond . I called room service to drop off a tray of sandwiches to you around noon . I 've gone to follow our old man and try and see what I can see . Please rest and make sure to get rid of your migraine . Love , Q stared at the closing on the note . He sat down and read over the note . Room service would have dropped the tray off in the living room , not the bedroom . Bond didn 't need to leave the closing of the note like that . He stood up , and moved out to the living room , not even turning on a light , and booted up the stolen laptop . It was the screen with thirteen executable queues on it . Going to the first , Q typed a Q . And then for each line after he typed u , a , r , t , e , r , m , a , s , t , e , and then finally the last r . The screen shifted to a background that made Q gasp . He brought up his laptop as well , and hacked into the feeds for the city . He checked the bistro , but Bond wasn 't there . Q moved to the kitchen to find the sandwiches there on a tray , as well as a carafe of tea that when he poured a cup it was still hot enough to burn his tongue a little . He combed through Bond 's laptop and found that it had his own operating system on it . It was a laptop that Q remembered Bond had said he had been shot on a mission , so he burned it . Q wondered then how much of his tech was actually destroyed , and how much the former agent had squirreled away . Movement on Q 's laptop showed Bond had arrived after the old man that day . Q watched the screen for a few minutes before he turned back to Bond 's laptop . He found the coding that had blocked him , and figured out why he had been unable to crack it . It had been made to be gibberish . The code lead nowhere , and each of the screens had a word that unlocked it . Q read over the passcodes and as each word sunk in , he knew that Bond hadn 't brought him there for a mission . He wasn 't sure exactly what Bond 's game was , but he wasn 't going to be a part of it anymore . " I 'll have a car there as soon as I can . I 'll message you the time . If it 's too long I 'll let you know so you can find somewhere safe . " " Oh , I have eyes on Bond . I 'll link you . I want my exit blocked . I don 't want him to figure it out . " The phone went dead as Q worked on linking R to his computer . She would be good at watching Bond to make sure he stayed where he was supposed to . Q packed his bags , throwing that tie that Bond had bought him in the trash , and left just a bit hanging out so Bond would see it . He moved to his laptop and saw that the old man was gone . Yet Bnd was still sitting at the table . The camera Q had access to sucked , but he knew it was Bond , but he couldn 't see what the man was doing . Q remembered the old man 's address so he looked him up . He looked up everything on him and found nothing . He was a widower whose wife had died years before . There was an article in a small paper about him and how he went to the aquarium every day , the place his wife had worked at and sat and remembered their life together . He lived off the small money his retirement gave him , and he kept the same routine every single day . Q gathered his things , slinging his laptop bag over his shoulder before slipping the backpack over both , and then picking up his suitcase . He let himself out of the hotel suite , and thought about just flinging the card back inside that Bond had given him , but instead he had another idea . The elevator was thankfully empty and he rode down to the ground floor in silence . The doors opened and Q looked at the time . He still had over five minutes before his extraction got to him . So he strolled to the front desk . " May I have a pen , a piece of paper , and an envelope ? " Q asked . The concierge handed over what he asked for . Q penned a short sentence before stuffing the letter , wrapped around the card into the envelope . He sealed that before writing on the front . He just put Bond 's name . " Thank you . Can you make sure that Mr . Bond gets this as soon as he returns this evening . " " No . I have someone picking me up . Your hotel is lovely and the room service staff has been wonderful . " Q dug his wallet out of his trouser pockets and handed over a few bills , thankfully he had changed it over . " This is for you , for all that you are doing for me . " " It is my pleasure . " The smile on the concierge 's face was truthful , or at least as truthful as Q could tell . Q nodded , turning away . He stepped out of the hotel in time to see one of his babies pull up . Q frowned at the man driving . 007 was supposed to be in Prague with that car . The trunk popped at the same time the passenger side door opened . Q put his backpack and suitcase in the trunk but took his bag with him to the front seat . The seat was back all the way and Q had plenty of legroom , even with the bag . " Quartermaster , R sends regards and wanted me to tell you that my mission ended early and instead of pulling me home , she had me come here . I 've been in the city for three days . She also said something about I could return my equipment to you ? " 007 smiled and waved his hand at the dash where there was the watch and the dart gun . He lifted the edge of his suit jacket and there was the gun . " I will be working on some things so don 't feel the need to entertain me . " Q waited until they had pulled out of the hotel property . The agent didn 't even try and talk to him until they were leaving Paris , making sure that he didn 't want to stop for a drink , or something to eat . Q declined . The food he ate and the tea he drank had tasted sour in his mouth and a lump formed in his stomach . The laptop Q laid across his legs and waited for it to boot up . After Bond kept going off the grid and stole the last DB10 , Q installed a wireless system attached to the MI6 satellites . Q tapped into that and brought up the feed of Bond in the bistro still . Bond was reading a book . " He did . Then she left him and he decided to fake an emergency so he could fuck with me . He 's why I needed an extraction . " " It 's fine . I 'd rather just be done with him . I was just checking to make sure that we still had a head start if he decided to come after us . " The rest of the trip was silent . Q worked on a few upgrades to the system as well as hacking into Bond 's laptop and making sure that all protocols to access MI6 were deleted . After that , he made sure all tech of Bond 's that he claimed he lost over the years was unable to connect as well , including the eight phones . He went ahead and did the same to every single device that any agent had lost . He checked on his cats and found them sunning themselves in a window on the second floor . He felt sad for what he was going to do , but it would be days before he came home . There was only a single window set that had bars , and not steel plates , and it was in his bedroom . Ozma and Mombi would find it . Q activated siege protocols for the house and the steel plating slid down to protect the windows , and the bars did the same in the bedroom . The two outside doors had steel rods slide out from the walls through the entirety of the door to slide home in the wall on the other side . " No . Bond always had a good instincts for problems , and all of MI6 learned to trust those instincts . He used that against me , and it burned me , but I doubt that Mallory would have an issue . The only bad hacking I did really was to snuff out Bond 's lies , and I didn 't wreck anything . I doubt he 'll do more than look at me like I 'd disappointed him . " " I know . " Q also knew that the we in that statement was the whole of the Double O 's . He nearly doubled their life span since becoming Quartermaster . He brought them home from situations that shouldn 't have been impossible . The only agent he 'd failed so far , he still had been able to bring home . Martin was now training new agents , and happy to be alive , even if he would walk with a cane for the rest of his life . " Yes . Blades and guns alike . I still have that taser that R made me for Christmas last year . " Q never left without it , and he knew he should be wearing it , but he had trusted Bond , and look what it had got him . 007 was quiet the rest of the drive . Tanner was waiting at the drop off point that the upper staff used . Tanner nodded at 007 as Q got out . Q was settled in at his desk in his office two days later . There was no physical copy of the report that he gave to M , but a verbal one had been given . Q Branch had lost tracking on Bond just an hour after he 'd gone back to the hotel . The cameras had shown that Bond had been given the envelope and had stalked off to his room . From there , he 'd been lost . " Q , you 've been in branch for almost three days . Go home and cuddle with your cats . Take a day or two . You need the break . " " He said if they could sedate you and get you into your bed they would , but the siege protocols make that even more impossible than it had been before . You need sleep and you need to relax . Take that device you 've been tinkering with for weeks . Or take your cats and go home . " Q thought about that . Going home . No one would expect him to be there . His house was his house , but home was the actual home his aunt and uncle raised him in . It was protected much like his house , but without the metal bars . No one would expect him there . Bond would never find him there . The walk to Mallory 's office felt longer than it was and Tanner was already inside . The door to the inner office was open , and Moneypenny wasn 't at her desk . Q stepped inside and shut the door . " There is more than one reason , Mallory , that I am disinclined to call you M when we are mostly alone . My Aunt had me call her that from childhood . M is the name I cried out when my parents died . M is the woman who bought me my first computer . She gave me my first gun , and made sure I wouldn 't shoot my foot off . The flat she moved into isn 't home , but the house that she was still in when she died . I was raised in that home , and right now , going home sounds good . I trust Tanner to take me there . " " Good . " Mallory didn 't look happy , but he wasn 't upset . Q stood up and moved towards the door . Tanner was behind him . " Quartermaster . " Q turned to look at Mallory . " You are the best man for the job . " " Of course . I never knew . " Tanner opened the passenger side door on the car that was used by him to do business . Q slipped down into the seat while Tanner moved around . The house was already set up with all the things needed by him to not go insane . He had personal projects there as well . Clothes . Everything was there . He had some nights where he went there instead of the apartment . " She was a wonderful woman . I know that your time with her was not as much as you or her would have liked , but you take after her in so many ways . I 've been sitting here thinking and you never showed grief at her passing . You never blamed Bond . " " She didn 't want to die alone in her bed after years of going soft . She died protecting one of her Double O 's . I couldn 't think of a better way for her to die . She missed my uncle , but she had a duty to do . " Q was silent after that and Tanner honored that silence . The drive to the house only a few miles from MI6 was good . Q could feel the past settling on him as he did . He always did when he got close . " Let me think on it , but I will probably say yes . " To hear his name again , even if it 's only from Mallory and Tanner . R called him that anyway . " Here you are . " Tanner put the car into park and Q looked at the dark house . He fiddled with his phone and the lights turned on in the living room . " You need anything just let me know . Do you have food ? " Q exited the car and started up the stairs . He knew that Bond had broken into the house before , but he had no reason to now . It wasn 't attached to Olivia Mansfield 's name anymore . It was lost in a sea of names , but Q would like to see it have the Mansfield name again . James slipped in the same way he always had before . He was shocked that for an MI6 safe house , this house wasn 't that safe . James wasn 't drunk , but he wanted to be . He hadn 't been drunk since Madeleine had left him . He crawled into a week long binge . When he crawled out , he was in a bordello and had spent a lot more money than he ever had before on a binge . His inheritance from his parents had been invested well from when they had died to when he finally started to touch it when he became an agent . M 's house looked the same . There was no difference in it at all from when he had broken in before Skyfall . The pictures were still all over . James stopped at the same one he had stopped at before . It was M with her late husband and the young boy he assumed was their dead son . The bedroom on the second floor that James had never entered . He knew that there were boundaries so he kept to them . The boy in the picture looked very happy , but there was a sadness in his eyes . James wondered what had taken him from them . There was nothing in M 's files about a son much less the loss of him . It explained a lot about the woman , though , and the rough , but maternal way she acted towards her Double Os . James sat down at the dining room table and looked over the place that M had called home . When M 's husband had got sick , they had moved to a flat for ease of their lives . After he had passed , she had moved back home . " You always set me right , M . I don 't know what to do now . I screwed up , and I don 't know how it to fix it . He 's stuck inside his house and I can 't get to him . I should have just talked to him once we got to Paris , hell before . I tried it my way , but I messed it up even worse . " James leaned back in the chair and looked up at the ceiling . There was a wire running along one of the beams on the ceiling . He followed it until it disappeared inside the wall that led into the living room . He wondered then if someone from MI6 did know he was there and wasn 't doing anything about it yet . Or a squad of Double Os were descending on the place to kill him . He had hurt their Quartermaster , and he knew that if it had been any other Double O when he 'd been with MI6 , he 'd have killed that Double O . James 's eyes flew open and he took in the sight of Q above him with a gun pointed at him . Q stepped back and it allowed James to turn and look at him . He stood up and raised his hands . " Why aren 't you in the fortress you call a house ? " James asked . Q only raised an eyebrow in answer and James knew he wasn 't going to let James deflect him from the question he had already asked . " I thought that no one was here and I came to talk to M . " Q stared at him and his finger came off the trigger of the gun . He cocked his head to the side and stared at him more . James wanted to touch him . " What else was it ? You had me in Paris for a fake mission . I don 't even know what your true purpose was other than to mess with me . " " Mess … " James looked up at him . " No . I … chickened out on why I brought you there halfway to Paris and I just didn 't … " " Madeleine left me and I lived in a bottle for a while before I crawled out . I was at rock bottom . There was only one thing I missed from my life as an agent . One person . I thought about what I could do and I thought that there was only one way to get what I wanted . I set about getting it . I went to Paris . The City of Love , the place I could get what I wanted . So I spent a few weeks trying to figure it out and then I went for you . You never would have gone with me if I just asked , so I concocted this big problem , thinking that the time spent together I could woo you . I hoped I could show you how solicitous I could be and you 'd fall in love with me again . " " I knew you were before . I used it to my advantage and I used you and I am sorry for it . I didn 't realize what I had walked away from until it was out of my reach . I went about getting you back all the wrong way . I let myself think that you were staying because I was doing a damned good job . I assumed the distance that was between us when we were in the suite together was you unsure , and not wanting to jump back into bed with me . That how you were acting in public was how you really felt . I am sorry . " Q looked at James and James didn 't look away from him . He looked at Q and made sure that the emotions were all over his face . It was strange , waiting and not being sure of exactly what was going to be the outcome . " The Casino Royale mission , " Q said and it wasn 't what James was expecting at all . He wasn 't able to control his face . That anger was still there , like a living thing in his body at Vesper and her betrayal . He 'd gotten good at hiding it , but having the rest of his emotions right there made it so much easier to find . " You saw the keep out stickers and a few other things and assumed it was a child 's room , just like here . Come , Bond . " Q stood up , leaving the gun behind . Up the stairs he went and James followed . The younger man stopped at the doorway to the bedroom that James had never entered . He opened the door and James stopped because it wasn 't a shrine to a dead child like he thought . Instead , there was evidence of an adult . The bed was rumpled and queen sized . There was a very familiar laptop on the bed along with debris on the desk from what looked like a bomb . " There is a reason that I don 't fly . I was orphaned when my parents died in a plane crash . My aunt and uncle took me in and up until Uncle started to get sick , this is where I lived . " Q moved into the room and grabbed the laptop and set it down on his desk before he sat down on the edge of the side of the bed . Q though didn 't answer , not in a typical way . Instead , he smiled . It wasn 't a happy one . It was bloody thirsty and it was the same one that M always gave James when he had done a damned good job and she was proud . James felt his heart skip a beat at that . " It 's what I have always called her . When I was a child it was fun because I thought that it was a nickname only I could call her . I was upset when I heard someone else call her that . Before Casino Royale , when you broke in , I was over during a break at uni . That equipment you used was something I 'd brought to M to show her that agents could use in the field when needed . I had long decided that I only wanted one job in the world , and I was making sure that M couldn 't turn me down for it . She tried for a while , and kept me safe until she couldn 't anymore , and was forced to put me in as Quartermaster . " " You … " James looked at him , trying to see M in him and other than that smile , it wasn 't there . It was better than him being her actual child because that would give him thoughts that he wasn 't sure that he could live with . Thankfully , he had already had sex with Q before finding out his real identity . " Yes , well no . I … " James shut the bedroom door , even though there was no one else in the house . He wasn 't sure why but it was like M was listening . " I wanted you back . I realized that what I wanted with Madeleine , I already had with you . Someone I could come home to . Who understood if I woke up with a flashback or a nightmare . Who would let me have my dark moods for what I had seen . Who would hold me when I needed it . Who wouldn 't take my shit if I lashed out when I was trying to push them away . Madeleine couldn 't handle me . I thought she could , but she wanted to root out all my issues instead of just letting me be . Resentment built and I came home one day and she was gone . " " Can you forgive me for leaving ? Especially the way that I did . I saw the gutted look on your face when you realized that I was only after the car . " " I … " Q looked unsure and James took a step back , not even realizing that he 'd stepped closer to the younger man . " My job is here . " " And . " Q stopped and looked at a small device on the wall beside the bedroom door . James turned around to see it and saw that a light was blinking green . " Authorized access by the front door . I 'd say it 's R . Stay . " Q stood up from the bed and moved past James . He was out the door before he turned and came back . He cupped the side of James 's face , drawing their eyes even . Whatever he wanted to find he must have because he leaned in for a brief kiss . " Stay here , " Q said before he turned to leave the room again . James stayed in the room , but he went to the edge . The jingle of two different bells heralded the arrival of Mombi and Ozma up the stairs . Mombi 's nose was moving back and forth as she darted around Q 's feet and made right for James . He crouched down and lifted her up into his arms . She started purring instantly while Ozma wound around his feet three times before going back to Q . Ozma meowed several times and James saw him pick her up and stop at the bottom of the stairs . " Still nothing on Bond . We can 't find him . All incomings have been scanned at all methods of entry . We will know if he makes it into London . M has him on a detain order . " " Just exhausted . Was waiting for you to get here with Mombi and Ozma and my things before going to bed . I won 't be checking in until I get home . " " Okay . I brought in that new order of tea , I hijacked it from being dropped at your house tomorrow . It 's in your bag . I will check in on you in three days . " The noise that R made sounded like she didn 't believe him . James wondered though why Q wanted to stay where they were . James wasn 't sure that he wanted to . He could feel M 's displeasure at him even now . He 'd been in a sex only relationship with her only nephew , one she raised . James shook his head to clear that thought away because it wasn 't going to help him at all . The sound of the door shutting pulled him the rest of the way out of his thoughts . He looked up to find Q standing there . Mombi was still purring in James 's arms . " She has missed you . You left that gold colored tie that one time and after you left , I threw it away . She dug it out of the trash and has claimed it as her own . I hated you because she didn 't understand why you were gone . My own broken heart I could mend but hers … " Q stepped up to James and reached out to scritch at Mombi 's head . The cat 's purr sounded even louder , near echoing off the walls . " Thai or Indian ? " " I 'm hungry and there is a good Thai and Indian place close . I don 't care which one , but I wouldn 't go out if I were you . I might not even place a call on an MI6 watched line . I wouldn 't be shocked if they are looking for you over all lines . " " Let them keep their eyes outside of London for now . Take a few days here , then move home and from there I 'll see what I can do . For now you are a veritable prisoner in my house . Right where I want you . " " No , not that . I was thinking of renovating the house . I want to rip out the walls in the basement and build a generator . Make this a place I can go when I need to work on things and don 't want to be in headquarters . I can still be available and close enough to get to MI6 if needed , but not on hand for small issues . So I hope you have more clothes than suits . " Q looked at the one that James was wearing with an appreciative eye . " My clothes won 't fit you , and all of Uncles were given away when he died . M 's as well . " " You can always slip away and get me clothes in the morning , or have them sent over . I 'll pay you back . I strapped my cash getting back into London . " " Always . Maybe sometime I 'll take you to it . " James leaned down to set Mombi down on the floor . She harrumphed at him and trotted off . Ozma following behind . When he straightened up , he stepped into Q 's personal space . " With MI6 looking for me , I can 't rent a flat . I 'm homeless . " Q smiled as he felt someone step up behind him . Hands settled on his his shoulder blades , pressing in just right and starting to rub . Q closed his eyes for a few seconds as the tension his body settled a little bit . He could smell James 's aftershave . " I 'm close . I just have to get Alec through finding the right computer and then R can take him through getting out . So far he hasn 't been detected . " " Good . " James stayed right close to Q as he walked Alec through the mission . Once Q had signed off , he turned to find James at the other side of the room with Q 's coat in hand . " Three day weekend , Q and it should have started an hour ago . I was nice , but we are leaving . " " You 've been working nonstop in the past five weeks since I came in from the cold . Our dates have been quick ones here or late ones at home . Tonight is you and me at a restaurant followed by two days of not working for either of us . " James stepped closer , twirling a finger until Q turned around so that James could help him into his coat . " I spent a lot of money on my new suit and your sweater . So much softer than that one you wore in Austria , but looks exactly like it . And better pants . We are going out to dinner and we are going to have a marvelous time . " " Actually Tanner . And it wasn 't a threat . I explained that we 've both worked six to seven day weeks and we need a few days off . HR is chomping to see you take a few days . We need this . " " I know , James . " Q turned in James 's light hold and brought his face in for a kiss . Displays of affection were rare between them inside of MI6 , but Q wanted a kiss . James acted nothing like he had before . He was perfect , and while he rarely left for missions anymore , and those that he did we just support , James had found a happiness in what he was doing . He was content . Of course , even on his current contract for MI6 , he put that Q was more important , and that if it came down to the country or Q , James would pick Q . Tanner had just snigered at the added paragraph while Mallory 's eye had started to twitch . " What would we have done if I hadn 't ? " Q asked as he allowed James to escort him out of the branch . James was silent on the elevator ride up to the main floor . Q stopped when they went to the executive entrance . James , though , pulled him along with a smile . James had bought a new car . It was a sleek purple two seater , DB10 . " Where did you get that ? " " I had it made . For you . I still find it appalling that you only have a car from MI6 as your personal vehicle . So this is yours . Your minions have been modifying it . " " I wish you would stop calling them that . They have been signing their emails with their minion numbers . " Q tried to sound put out , but he knew it wasn 't happening . He looked at the car . Other than some new clothes , James hadn 't been giving him many gifts at all , which Q knew wasn 't normal . Now he knew why . " If it 's my car , that means I am driving it . " Q just quirked an eyebrow at James as he moved to get into the car . The keys were in the ignition and Q smiled at the fact that James had lifted his keys . It was his normal set with the key to M 's house , and his work keys , not that he ever used them as Q Branch was never closed . There was no key to his house . It was all keyless entry that ran on a generator if the power went out , and the generator was in the basement , so no one could cut the power to his house . James liked that it made him safer . England 's enemies would still come after James , and Q was and even bigger target . The Aston Martin drove like a dream . Q had done small test drives on the ones outfitted for missions , but he 's never drove one he could call his own . The Firehouse was packed , but the valet that took the car wasn 't rushed or upset . He looked at Q 's car like he 'd won the lottery . Q watched him get in carefully and drive like he had a baby on board . " Snogging in the car like teenagers somewhere in the parking garage , " James whispered in Q 's ear . Q didn 't even stumble in his steps . Instead he started towards the doors . James 's hand settled on his the small of his back . The Maitre 'd smiled at them as they stepped up . " Reservations under Mansfield . " " Why did you use my name ? " Q hissed out of the corner of his mouth . While Tanner had resurrected his birth name , he still didn 't use it much . " Because I wanted to , Fin . " James 's lips caressed the side of his ear . James had taken Q telling him his birth name as freedom to use it , when they were alone . Q didn 't answer either way on that statement . The word love hadn 't been brought up . James had taken to calling him love on occasion , but he 'd never actually said that he loved Q . Q hadn 't said it to him either . That small fear that James would leave was there . They were building a life together , but he was still afraid that James would decide that Q wasn 't worth staying in London full time . " I 've asked for a special menu tonight so they 'll bring out each course when we are done with the one before . " James said as he pulled out Q 's chair . Q sat and waited for James to sit before he laid his napkin in his lap . The table was set , but only water glasses were on it . Q quirked an eyebrow at that . " We were both inebriated the first time we fell into sex together . I don 't want that tonight . " " Really ? " Q asked . James just looked at him . Q 's hand was sitting on the table and James reached over to cover it . " I 'm not sure that your reputation will survive this . " Q held him to that , but the agent didn 't stop on his seducing of Q . The man didn 't pull any punches . There might not have been a drop of alcohol drunk but Q felt drunk by the time that James escorted him out of the restaurant . It was one of the best dates that Q had ever been on , and he didn 't want it to end because if it did , reality was going to crash into him . James drove them back to the house because Q wasn 't sure he could drive . James 's hand lived on his thigh the entire time . His fingers pressed to the inside , and teasing up farther on his leg . Q was hard before they had even made it out of the parking lot . When they pulled into the garage attached to Q 's house , Q leaned over and grabbed the switch for pushing the driver 's seat back . James looked shocked as Q climbed into his lap , pressing their lips together . James 's arm wrapped around Q 's waist , sliding him down to where they were touching from hip to chest while his other arm moved up and his hand grabbed Q 's hair , holding his lips in the exact place that James wanted them . " I want you , James , " Q said when James pulled back to gulp in a breath . The man never tried for finesse with him , not when it came it kissing . Instead , he went for honesty . Kissing Q until he needed to breathe , inhaling , and then diving back in . James didn 't dive back in this time . Instead , he gripped Q 's hair tighter and leaned up , pressing Q into the steering wheel . " You had better do whatever is needed to get that door open before I get to it , otherwise I might fuck you against the garage door . " James let go of Q 's waist and opened the car door . Q scrambled off his lap and made his way to the door . He had it opened before James even touched him . Q was spun into the wall and then pressed into it . Hands settled on his thighs , gripping hard before lifting . He wrapped his legs around James 's waist as the man pulled back from the wall . Q kissed with urgency . He loved it when James manhandled him . The most memorable fuck they had was when James had held him down on the kitchen table at the old flat and fucked him . Q had not been able to move at all , not that he had wanted to anyway , but just the knowledge that he had been - at James 's mercy , it had fueled his fantasies for weeks . The bedroom door was , thankfully , open , and the twin cries of welcome told Q that the cats were downstairs . As they passed the door , James kicked it shut with a loud bang . Q expected to be dropped to the bed and pressed down into the mattress , but that wasn 't what happened . Instead James sat down on the edge of the bed and kept kissing Q . Q settled on his lap with his legs bent on either side of him . He pulled back to grip the edge of James 's suit jacket , and near rip it off him before he did rip the buttons off of James 's dress shirt . He wasn 't wearing an undershirt . James rumbled his pleasure before he worked on the buttons to Q 's trousers . James cursed at the buttons . Q slinked back off his lap , undoing the buttons before slipping the trousers down his legs . James 's eyes followed the pants on the downward track , his eyes getting darker and darker . Q was barely out of them before James pulled him back into his lap , pants still on . Q laid one hand on James 's shoulder before splaying the other on the side of his face . James wrapped both of his arms around Q to where he could grip Q 's ass , pulling him just enough inward to press their cocks together . The heat from James , even half naked was intense . Q loved it . James worked his fingers into the back of Q 's briefs , teasing the crack of his ass . James growled into his lips and his hands grabbed the edges of Q 's pants and ripped them . The cool air hit the crack of his ass making him shiver before James spread his cheeks to press finger tips onto his hole . One arm tightened around his waist before James lifted him up , rolling them to where Q was underneath him , splayed out on the bed . James jerkily removed the tattered remains of his pants as he tried to sit up to remove the sweater . James pressed him down into the bed though . " You want me , you 'll get me how I want . And I don 't want you naked . I want to fuck you in that sweater . " " Yes , you will . " James dropped and kissed him before he could respond . Q tried to reach up and push James away , but the insufferable man linked their hands before pushing them down into the bed . When James lifted his hands , Q kept his right where the man wanted them . He gasped as James moved down his neck , laying kisses , before sliding all the way off the bed to strip himself . Q stayed where James wanted him , willing to play his game for the time being . James stripped with the efficiency that Q had only seen on mission , there was no attempt at play or teasing . Q brought his knees up as James moved back onto the bed . The man slipped between his legs and gave Q a brief kiss before he reached over to open the bedside drawer . James 's body stilled . Q knew what he was seeing there . There were the toys , varying sizes of plugs , two dildos , a few different kinds of cock rings , all things that James had seen before . James leaned down and kissed Q , taking his breath away with the emotion that he felt in the kiss . Q framed James 's face with his hands and held him there . The man above him shifted slightly and he felt a hand working down . James 's thumb circled his hole for a second before pushing inside him . Q gasped into James 's mouth , and it was all the man needed to thrust his tongue inside . Q moaned into his mouth as that thumb worked in and out of him . That bottle wasn 't the most silent , but every single time , James opened it without Q hearing . " You look so beautiful aroused , Finley . " James slicked up his cock before tossing the lube on the table . James grabbed the ever present hand towel that was on the floor and wiped his hands on it . Gripping Q 's thighs , James wrapped his legs around him . The breach was slow and nothing like what Q wanted . Slow could come later , after Q had forgot the ability to say anything other than harder and James 's name . Q tightened his legs around James 's waist trying to pull him in more . Q reached out for him . Q 's body arched up , pressing into James 's as the older man settled above him . James took his mouth in another kiss as he set up a fast and hard rhythm , thrusting into Q hard enough that he could only lie there , panting into James 's mouth between kisses . Q lost himself in the feel of the man above him . His cock inside of him , his mouth on his own . James squeezed his hands on every thrust , every single time that Q met him on that thrust . " I love you , Finley Mansfield . " James kissed him again stopping him from saying anything back . Q fought out of James 's hand hold , wrapping one arm around the other man 's back , and wrapped his other hand around the back of James 's neck , holding him where he wanted him for once . Q kissed him like a man possessed , letting his lips and tongue do the talking that his words couldn 't at the moment . Sex they were good at , emotions and talking not so much . James pressed Q down into the bed more as his body stilled and his cock swelled in orgasm . James thrust inside of him a few more times , making sure to rub all along Q 's cock as he did , getting him closer to his own release . James slowly pulled out before he started rocking their bodies together again , never letting up on Q 's mouth . Q spilled between them with a cry moments later , James wrapped his arms around him tightly , and tipped them to their sides . Q knew that cleanup would come later . James never feel asleep without at least using a wash cloth . " I love you , too , James Bond , " Q said before reaching up a little to place a kiss on the end of James 's nose . He closed his eyes and settled down , tucking his face into James 's neck . He was pretty damned happy so far . Even if James had made him come all over his new favorite sweater . QPid 's Arrow00Q / Sherlock Fanfiction and Literary Fun00Q Reverse Big Bang ! Art and Stories for all things 00Q , since 2014Criminal Minds BangThe home of the Criminal Minds Bang and Reverse Bang ! 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