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The shock of cold water hitting his face woke James abruptly. Pain throbbed through his head from his temple and he felt the drip of warm blood course down the side of his face as he grimaced at the pain. There was a distracting urgent buzzing in the back of his mind as he worked to take stock of his situation before opening his eyes. His wrists and ankles were immobile adhered tightly to a chair he was sitting on. He could hear the scrape of a heel on the wooden floor on his left, soft murmuring to his right and at his back. Another wave of cold water hit him again causing him to finally open his eyes. The taste of metallic blood was sharp on his tongue.
James’ sight was blurred for a minute until it cleared enough to see his circumstances. He was experiencing déjà vu as he looked at the bank of computer servers and wires that formed two long rows in front of him in the large open room. Even a well-dressed captor was present with henchmen behind and to the side of him. He really didn’t want to deal with remembering that crazy blond fucker, Silva at a time like this and shook himself to better focus on the current threat.
“Who are you and who do you work for?” It was Davros in an ill-fitting designer suit the color of gunmetal. The man’s aura was a sickly shade of dark mustard, not a good sign that the man was at all sane. It made him doubly dangerous.
James kept quiet for now, knowing as soon as he opened his mouth they would deduce he was from the UK. It was a short leap from being a British citizen to being an MI6 agent after that.
His empathic barriers were a bit of a mess with the pain in his head. But, he worked to get a read on Davros’ state of mind. It wasn’t pretty, anger, rage, and killing hatred brushed over James’ mind from the man. Davros’ henchmen were nervous; as if they had seen him lose his temper before and were untrusting they wouldn’t be punished in a severe fashion for their mistakes. Davros turned to a table to the side that held a laptop and other tools. He pulled a stock prod from the pile and James worked to remain calm as the man approached with the implement in his hand.
“Again, who are you and who do you work for?” he said and without waiting for James to reply jabbed him in the right shoulder with the weapon. The burn of the electricity was agonizing as it shot down his arm and up the side of his neck causing him to barely break off a shout at the pain.
Fury blazed in his mind washing away the pain from the stock prod. It was not his own. Q was on the move. Fear spiked in James chest, Q was not an agent or soldier. His Sentinel could be killed. The building alarms went off startling Davros into stepping away.
“See what it is,” he ordered to a hulking henchman on James’ right. For such a big man the guard was quick on his feet as he turned to leave the room leaving four others and Davros to surround James.
James strained to loosen his bindings and his panic rose as he recognized Q was in a feral blood lust charge. James delved into Q’s mind along the bond and relaxed slightly as he realized that Q’s higher brain functions where totally focused on the task at hand. He didn’t dare try to calm the blood lust in Q’s mind or encourage him to stop his advance. Q would be in more danger if James caused him to lose his momentum. He opened his mind to blanket the building with his empathy. Guards were dropping like flies as Q moved at astonishing speed through the building.
A door on the mezzanine level surrounding the room burst open with a loud bang. Q was a blur as he shot the guards surrounding James from above with precision. Davros turned his gun on James as Q flew down the stairs thirty meters from where he sat. The man’s eyes widened as he realized the threat wasn’t going to stop the Sentinel. Panicked he swung the gun toward Q, but it was too late. Q dropped his own PPK and leaped two meters into the air bringing down a K-bar held in this left hand down into Davros neck. Blood sprayed over both of them sticky hot as the man’s corpse collapsed onto the floor.
Q stood over Davros’ body panting for half a minute before he looked to James. His jade eyes were glowing with power, his aura a deep swirling violet with golden tones surrounding him. He was a gorgeous ethereal creature with his ridiculous clothes askew, hair a disheveled mess and blood on his face. Love burst from James running along the bond to cause Q’s breath to hitch for a moment. His Sentinel blinked, his gaze sharpening to focus on James. He reached down and pulled the K-bar out of the body wiping the blade on the man’s suit before primly stepping over the corpse to crawl into James lap.
Q was crushing James to him, running his lips up his neck and across his face before nuzzling his Guides’ hairline. The blood lust was slowly receding and a trembling relief worked its way into James’ mind. He opened his empathic barriers allowing Q to fully commune within his mind. His Sentinel shuddered at the pleasure of being blanketed by his Guide’s psyche for the first time.
James nuzzled Q back as much as he was able before trying to get his attention enough to be cut loose from his bindings. It was so easy to get distracted by his Sentinel’s beautiful mind, so brilliant in intellect and love. James’ perfect match in both body and spirit.
“Q…Q…Q,” James murmured trying to get his Sentinel’s attention. “Oscar!”
Q started at the sound of his real name coming from James lips and pulled back enough to look into his Guides’ eyes. “Cut me loose, Oscar,” James said.
Q moved away only enough to reach behind and down to cut the ties to James’ hands and feet then he dropped the knife. Finally, he was able to hold the slight body tight in thanks and amazement at his Sentinel. Q’s mind and body a balm to James’ battered soul. They stayed in each other’s arms for a time, before James heard sounds tinning from Q’s ear. He pulled his Sentinel’s earwig out and placed it in his own to listen to R’s frantic questions coming through the device.
“Quartermaster, status…what is your status…” R high pitch voice making James flinch as his Sentinel continued to ignore everything around him as he caressed his Guide with his hands, body and senses.
“R, we’re fine. It’s all over send a retrieval and clean up team,” James said.
R’s sigh of relief was audible as she replied, “Oh, thank goodness, Q wasn’t responding.”
“Make sure the teams know they cannot touch either Q or myself when they come in,” James replied.
“Acknowledged, 007. ETA eight minutes.” R returned.
“I’m taking us off line now, R,” James replied between the kisses he was receiving from Q. He hugged his Sentinel tight to him as they waited for the team to arrive.
***
The water of the shower sloughed sweat and blood from his Sentinel’s fine skin. Q was pliable in James’ hands, quiet and calm as he worked to assuage the remnants of the blood lust his Sentinel had experienced. He would have been worried about Q’s state of mind if he’d been unable to access it through the bond. Even though his Sentinel had killed for the first time, there was no guilt in his psyche. The safety of a sentinel’s guide trumped all other concerns and guilt over killing to protect one’s guide was impossible.
The retrieval teams had found them still cuddling on the chair surrounded by the bodies of the dead, wary of approaching the pair too soon. James had finally had to threaten to carry Q like a child out of the building in order to get the Sentinel to move off his lap. Q huffed his displeasure at being moved from his Guide, but acquiesced enough James could finally get out of the chair. They’d cleaned themselves up with what was at hand so as not to cause panic as they walked through the lobby of their hotel in Prague’s Old Town.
James shivered in pleasure as Q ran his hands up and down his body, exploring the many bruises that adorned his skin from the fighting. Overall he’d come out of the mission with minimal injuries that were barely a blip on his radar. Q didn’t have a scratch on him; his Sentinel’s adrenaline response had been an amazing sight to see. To James’ relief, Q’ had been so quick as he stormed through the building that none of the guards had even laid a hand on him.
“Q?” James questioned. His eye’s half lidded, Q responded with a questioning hum. Tilting his Sentinel’s head back to rinse shampoo out of his dark locks, James smiled at Q’s distraction. “Time to get out now,” James stated.
“If we must,” was Q’s prim reply.
“The sooner we get done, the sooner you can fuck me,” James challenged. Q’s eyes popped open and he immediately turned the water off, pushing James out of the shower stall. James chuckled as Q threw a towel at him in a rush.
“Get a move on 007,” Q ordered, rubbing his own towel briskly over himself and through his hair. He looked like a demented hedgehog when he was done.
James slowly dried himself as Q was practically vibrating in the doorway. Enjoying giving his Sentinel a slow tease, James rubbed the towel up and down his cock for a moment. His arousal and Q’s a rising burn in his mind. Q huffed in impatience while James finished up. As soon as he was finished Q pulled him out of the bath, letting go of his hand to run and jump onto the middle of the bed sitting with an expectant look. Legs crossed, back straight at attention, and cock hard as James sauntered over.
James reached in the bag at his feet to retrieve the lube before crawling up the bed to place a kiss on Q’s supple lips. Q’s palms were soft and delicate as he pulled James overtop his lean body cradling him between his slim thighs. Their kisses were languid and unhurried as they gloried in the feel of each other. Q’s adoration flowed over James’ mind the bliss of their communion joyful.
“Sentinel,” James murmured in Q’s ear.
Q returned with a soft, “Guide.” His urgent arousal assuaged by the connection of their minds. “Love you,” he said.
James trembled with the power of the words. Words that hadn’t been spoken to him since his childhood. He deepened his kisses as want flared bright in his mind at the words. Q’s green eyes were soft as James pulled back from the kiss, hands in his Sentinel’s fine hair as he took a moment to gaze at the beloved face below his own. “I love you too, Oscar,” he said. And Q closed his eyes in pleasure at the words and his name on James’ lips.
James rolled them over relaxing in supplication under Q to allow his Sentinel to do as he wished. Q’s breath hitched as their cocks rubbed together, his pleasure at James’ hands running up and down his back and buttocks apparent in mind and expression. His Sentinel seduced more kisses from James before moving slowly downward to enjoy his Guide’s skin with his lips, tongue and hands. James arched as Q’s attention to his nipples caused a streak of aching lust to settle in his groin.
Q eased between James’ solid thighs running admiring hands up and down the hard muscles dusted in fine hairs. His eyes were glowing in the soft sunlight coming in from the windows. He looked ethereal again, like a mage of old full of magic and mystery, before running his tongue softly up James’ cock to the tip tasting the pre-cum there with a please hum only to plunge down capturing it almost to the root. James had to close his eyes as the feel of Q’s smart mouth on his prick overwhelmed his senses. Q settled in for long moments swirling his tongue and brushing the sides with his teeth as his hand rubbed over James’ belly and sides. His Sentinel was overdosing his senses on his Guide and the pleasure of it on James’ body and in his mind caused him to go into a satisfying stupor.
He was brought around with slick fingers softly exploring his entrance. James looked down, his hands playing with Q’s wild curls admiring the look of his pink lips stretched around his cock. Q’s finger breached him easily and the burn of it caused a grunt to leave his throat. It had been awhile since he’d been on the receiving end with a man. The burn eased as Q's finger brushed his prostate.
The resulting jolts of the stimulation quickening his arousal to an almost unbearable amount. “Yes!” The word hissed from his lips was involuntary.
Q pulled off his cock with a final kiss to the tip to sit gleefully between James’ thighs leaving no room for reply as he settled another finger in alongside the first.
“Q, don’t be a cock tease,” James panted. Q’s grin just widened into a gratified smile as a third finger worked to loosen his entrance. Slick fingers rubbing strongly against James’ prostate, the pleasure of the act was almost more than he could handle.
James’ breaths were leaving him in a rush by the time he finally couldn’t take it any more. “Enough! Get in me now,” his voice cracking at the last word, much to his embarrassment. Q was going to give him a heart attack if he wasn’t more careful.
“As you wish… Guide,” Q stated in his most snotty posh tone, James could’ve done without the Princess Bride reference.
“Oh, shut up Q and get on with it,” James said exasperated. The little shit just smiled wider at him before using the slick on his cock.
James sat up and grabbed Q by the shoulders to settle his saucy Sentinel over him, Q’s cock snug against his entrance, his thighs cradling the slighter body. He ravished Q’s mouth as he pulled Q’s prick into him with a tight grip on his small splendid buttocks. Q’s hands clamped down on James’ shoulders as his prick was sheathed gasping into James mouth. The heat and stretch of his Sentinel’s cock inside him was perfect.
Their minds were joined, love and pleasure emanating between them as their bodies moved together in physical communion.
***
James stood at the window over looking Old Town and the historic bridges crossing the river Vltava. His body ached pleasantly from Q’s love making. The bond was thrumming with contentment between them. He’d come to terms with the bond and his new relationship much to Q’s satisfaction. There was still the chance that he would be killed in the line of duty, though he vowed silently to himself that he would make every effort to come home to Q in the future.
His ruminations were interrupted with a pendulant request, “I need tea.” He turned and could only see the top of his Sentinels dark head peaking out of the nest of the bedclothes surrounding him.
“Order tea and bring your fine arse back in bed,” the lump ordered in a prissy tone.
He chuckled as he made his way back to his Sentinel. His lover was going to be a handful and James was going to enjoy every minute of it.