My first ever 00Q!

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Prompt 611: A black cat named Red.

James opened his eyes a crack, finally giving in to the sunlight's assault on his eyelids. Immediately, he froze as he took in his unfamiliar surroundings. The cheap sheets, so different to his own Egyptian cotton. The crowded bedside table where half-empty cups and bits of circuitry jostled for space. The crossed legs, just in Bond's line of sight, covered with faded Batman pyjama bottoms.

Ah. Q's flat. That would explain the mess, at least.

A soft voice broke Bond's concentration as Q murmured, "Good morning, 007."

Just as Bond started to shift, wanting to face his new lover, a jet black cat picked its way delicately across his chest. The muted light entering the room through the thin curtains somehow made the cat's coat shine as it walked in small circles, then settled, content. Bond made to push the creature off of him, but stopped as an elegant hand reached out and scratched lightly behind the cat's ears.

Bond glanced up at Q. Shirtless and sitting crossed-legged, with those ridiculous trousers, he seemed more childish than ever. His hair was messy from sleep, his eyes vaguely foggy behind the thick lenses of his glasses. Noticing that Bond's attentions were focused on him, Q ducked his head, the hint of a blush appearing along his cheekbones. The agent allowed a small smile to pull up the corner of his mouth as he looked back down at the cat who had chosen him for a bed. His eyes were drawn to a silver disk hanging from an almost invisible black leather collar, containing what Bond assumed to be the pet's name.

Bond sat up on his elbows, looking up at the dark haired boy. "Q?"

Q's hand stilled for a moment, though his voice was still confident, steady. "Yes?"

"You named this cat 'Red'?"

"Mm. Well observed, Bond." The grin was audible in the younger man's voice as he leaned to gather up the cat in a bundle of midnight fur, placing it at the end of the bed with a last caring stroke.

The double-oh agent pulled himself up properly, sitting against the headboard and letting the duvet fall from his body. He did not fail to notice Q's lingering glance, and his smile widened a fraction. "Any particular reason?"

"Irony."

Bond let out a low chuckle at that, muttering, "Of course.".

As they had been speaking, Q had moved slowly towards Bond. They were now sitting next to each other, and in the silence following their brief exchange, Bond let an arm fall over Q's shoulders. This prompted Q to drape a pale leg over the tanned one beside it, all the while curling closer to the older man.

"Q?"

Q rolled his eyes, expecting another question. "Yes, 007?"

Bond smirked, leaning to brush his lips over Q's neck and jaw, before whispering in his ear. "After last night? Call me James, please."

The warm breath and hint of teeth against his ear made Q shiver- a reaction which he tried desperately to hide. All the same, his voice threatened to shake as he replied, "Of course. James."