Spy's Cove - The Hidden

[provocateur_king]

Bond had been planning his next move. They were ashore until the moon changed and Bond was taking full advantage. He had books and charts and papers to pour over. He sent letters by raven and eagerly awaited for the birds to return.

In the mean time, there was food and drink and a warm, full bed.

At least usually. There was nothing warm and fresh when he visited the kitchen so he made do with a bit of cheese to nibble as he began to look for Q. Not in Bond's chamber, nor the kitchen, nor the study.

He opened another door to peek inside.

"Oh. There you are," he said.

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[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

"You have interesting taste," Q replied, thinking some of the contraptions in here seemed... Brutal.

"Have you ever kept someone here?" he asked, glancing back at James.

[provocateur_king]

"Kept? No," he said. "It's never been used. I indulge on land. Few people beyond my crew have even been inside the palace."

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q wet his lips, turning to face James full on.

"Do you want to keep me here for a while?" he offered, forgetting about the other room for now in favour of indulging in James.

[provocateur_king]

"I've been dreaming of it," he said, reaching out to stroke Q's cheek. "I built this for you."

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

That... Was not the answer Q had expected, and left him with a dozen more questions. There was a lot to unpack there.

"Was this to be my accommodations if I hadn't been so keen to linger with you?" he asked with a nervous laugh. "Should I have played hard to get?"

[provocateur_king]

"I was bound to have you," he said, an arm sliding around him to hold him close.

"I thought I might need to be...persuasive."

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

That should have been a frightening idea, yet Q was visibly aroused by it.

...Then annoyed.

"But I was the odd one for having fantasies? Gods you're a bastard, you know that?" Q said, shoving him away. "Well maybe I think this is grotesque. When did you even start building this?"

[provocateur_king]

"A few years ago," he answered, taking a step forward into his space again.

"You don't think it's grotesque, though," he continued. "I can tell."

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q tensed a bit, not sure what to do. The sensible part of his brain told him to either relax and go along with it, or run. Instead he did neither, ready for a fight.

...And excited by the idea.

James never got rough really, never pushed too hard. Would he now? Or was Q just about to start a spat?

Again he put space between them. "You've no idea how I feel."

[provocateur_king]

"Don't I?" he challenged, his posture straightening. "Then I imagine I'll have to find out."

Bond grabbed him then, rough and tight, and dragged him deeper into the room, much closer to danger.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q struggled hard, heart racing and body caught between fear and excitement.

This was what he'd wanted though, wasn't it? What he'd daydreamed about for years...

[provocateur_king]

Bond struggled with him, but he was much stronger and much quicker. Q was no match for him.

When Q squirmed away, Bond grabbed him by his shirt and tore it open. He hauled him closer by the shreds.

"I was so sure I'd have to bend you to my will," he said. "I was looking forward to it."

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Again Q felt a flash of anger. That was the exact fantasy James had mocked after all. It was enough to make it all a bit more real when Q attempted to shove him away again and spat at him.

"It's laughable that you think if I hadn't wanted you you'd have a chance in hell."

[provocateur_king]

When Q spit, something hard and cold flashed in Bond's eyes. A moment later his hand shot up to grip his jaw.

And he pushed him back against the wall with it.

"You'd choose to be a prisoner, then?" Bond asked.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q had a lot of nerve, certainly a mouth on him as well. However, physically he was no match for Bond, and when the man shoved him back he wasn't stupid enough to fight again.

"Isn't that the fantasy?" He asked, almost taunting.

Though it didn't feel much like a fantasy in that moment. It felt as though they were both teetering on the edge of something dangerous.

[provocateur_king]

"Is it?" he asked, moving closer to his face.

"I'm not kind to prisoners," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

His free hand moved to undo Q's belt.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

"I thought you said you hadn't had any," Q countered, squirming a little as James removed his belt.

[provocateur_king]

"Not here," he said. "If I'd captured you at sea, you'd be enjoying my brig."

He tore the belt free and tossed it aside, then loosened his grip on Q's jaw only to drag his palm down his throat.

The brig had been empty on the ship, but behind the iron grate were shackles bolted to the wall of the ship. It was dark, damp, and cold. Here, at least, it was dry and warm.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q swallowed hard beneath Bond's palm, watching the other man intently.

"But we're not at sea, we're here. So what was your grand plan if I'd denied you?"

[provocateur_king]

Bond squeezed his throat and kissed him hard in reply, using his whole body to keep him in place.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q kissed him back, before remembering he was supposed to be playing hard to get and biting Bond's tongue just hard enough to sting.

[provocateur_king]

Bond jerked back, but tightened his hold on Q's throat as he did.

"Do I need to beat the fight out of you?" he asked, sounding hungry at the very idea.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

"if that's as creative as you're capable of being," Q replied, holding Bond's gaze.

[provocateur_king]

"You have no idea how creative I can be," he rumbled.

He stepped away, then, and undid his own belt, pulling it free and letting it dangle.

[bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin]

Q rolled his eye at the dramatics, pushing his glasses back up his nose and looking Bond over.