provocateur_king | Spy's Cove

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

Q pulled on the ropes again, pretending to resist. Though the truth was he loved when Bond touched him like this, like he was his.

One day they'd do this without nearly having a fight first.

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provocateur_king

Bond's hands trailed lower and lower, giving his ass a hard grope and a smack.

"You've never once called me sir," he said. "In here, that's what you'll say."

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bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin

"Absolutely not," Q gasped, attempting to wriggle away. "I'm not calling you sir."

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provocateur_king

Bond grabbed his cock, then a handful of hair. Wrenching Q's head to the side, he held him there.

"Try that again."

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bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin

Q let out a soft whimper, but he was stubborn, and he held Bond's gaze.

"I said, I'm not calling you sir," he said again.

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provocateur_king

Bond shifted his grip, grabbed him by the balls, and squeezed.

He gave his head a shake.

"One more time."

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bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin

"You're not going to hurt me," Q replied. "I know you won't. James."

He was trembling a bit though, straining against his bonds.

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provocateur_king

"That' kind of cheek deserves a beating," he said, low and rough.

He let Q go, leaving him to hang. Bond retrieved his belt and doubled it over. He snapped it to hear the sharp crack.

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bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin

"Wait, don't," Q said quickly, panicking a bit. It was one thing to daydream, it was another to do it. In his dreams it had been some rough ropes and rough hands- Not beatings and prisons.

Though he supposed that was where his and Bond's fantasies differed.

"Is this really what you crave?" he asked, needing to know before he submitted. "Do you want to hurt me? Because you can, but- I need to know this is your fantasy and not punishment."

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provocateur_king

Bond came closer, dragging the leather against Q's bare belly.

"I don't want to hurt you. I do want to mark you. I want to run my tongue along the hot stipe of a lash," he said, purring against Q's neck, cheek to cheek. "And with that, comes pain."

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bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin

Q swallowed nervously, his cock twitching at the thought. ...Which was madness, surely.

Without another word, he nodded slightly, silently giving James permission.

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provocateur_king

Bond stepped back and lashed him with the belt across his chest. He waited until a pink welt rose, admiring how it bloomed.

And then, just as he'd said, he moved in to drag his tough tongue along the tender wound.

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bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin

Q gasped and shivered, wetting his lips with a flick of his tongue.

It stung, but not as badly as he'd anticipated.

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provocateur_king

Bond did it again, crossing the first. This time he spent time lingering against it to kiss the stinging line.

"You're doing so well," he praised.

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bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin

"I bet you say that to all your prisoners," Q quipped, melting a little under Bond's attention.

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provocateur_king

"Shh," Bond smiled, then stepped back.

This time two hit in quick succession, harder than before. This time he waited for them to welt before he approached to drag his fingers over the marks.

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bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin

Q swore softly, letting out a little whimper as James touched the marks.

"Please," he gasped, not even sure what he was begging for.

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provocateur_king

Bond let the belt drop so he could take hold of Q's cock to stroke him. His tongue traced the welts that crossed Q's chest. First one, then another. He knew the pain was fresh and bright, so he went slowly.

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bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin

Q squirmed a little, bucking into Bond's touch.

"And is this how you treat all your prisoners?" he asked, a bit breathless.

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provocateur_king

"No," he purred. "I've been saving this for you."

He kissed him then, capturing his mouth and driving his tongue deep into his mouth.

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bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin

Q moaned into the kiss, arching towards him, though the rope didn't offer him much give to move.

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provocateur_king

He only stopped when he needed to breathe, then he stood for a moment, looking as he may devour Q alive.

"I'm going to make you come," he said. "You've got no choice."

He stroked him faster, a challenge in his eyes as he watched Q.

Until the man's cock swelled in his fist.

Then he flashed a wicked smirk and dropped to his knees to finish Q off.

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bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin

Q couldn't hold back, and he came with a cry, bucking forward and trembling a little in his bonds.

"Fuck," he swore softly.

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provocateur_king

Bond held every drop as he pulled off Q's cock.

Tight-lipped, he stood and undid his fly, stroking himself for show. He moved in and roughly grabbed Q's leg to hike it up. Tension strained the young wizard's arms. Bond gave him a wink, then spit into his palm.

"You better hope that's enough," he said as he slicked his cock and sank into him with no other preparation.

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bibbidi_bobbidi_boffin

It was, barely, and Q cried out as Bond filled him. He was sweating and trembling- But he was also sure he'd never been so aroused before in his life.