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Warnings: This story features consensual rough behaviour between romantic partners. Additional warnings will appear on top of relevant chapters.
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Q was used to being alone, but ever since he had become the Quartermaster, he had started to notice just how lonely he had actually been. It was eerie, being surrounded by people, and looking back through so many years when there had been absolutely nobody who really cared about him.
When Alec Trevelyan had first started flirting with him, he had thought little of it. Double Os seemed unaware of things such as personal boundaries and even that aside it was common knowledge that Trevelyan had been in a very serious relationship with a fellow double oh agent, namely 007; James Bond for years. Bond always flirted with anyone and everyone; including him, so he had sort of figured their relationship was just like that. He had never taken the flirtation of a notorious, taken womanizer very seriously, either. Some might say he had a point in that assumtion.
Little did he know, that one Octorber afternoon down in Q branch, at eight o'clock, once most of the Q branch personnel had left because of the lateness of the hour, James Bond would appear, suddenly standing behind him, making him almost drop his teacup. After barely restraining himself from gasping, he gathered himself and demanded, pretending to be unaffected. "Why are you here, 007?"
The agent smirked at him, leaning against the desk, with his eyes fixated on his Quartermaster. "Why, Q, I just thought you might miss me!" Bond said. Typical, Q thought for himself. Did the man never turn that behaviour off?
Taking a deep breath, Q turned back towards the monitors. "I am sure nobody misses you when you are gone, Bond. Our budget would appreciate a longer vacation and rest between your missions. Another of those resurrections that so pleases you, perhaps, 007? Just to pass the time?" The Quartermaster's voice had taken on a distinctly sharp edge, but there was no reason to regret it, as when he turned around to see why there was a distinct lack of reply, Bond was already gone.
It became increasingly usual after that evening for Q to turn around somewhere in Q-branch and suddenly find agent 006 or 007 standing behind him, looking at him in that intense way of theirs. They always appeared and dissappeared without a sound; he was alone, he thought, right up intil the moment he turned and almost walked straight into one of them, and similarly they were there one moment and gone again the next.
It happened a number of times that their presence was announced by him actually turning and colliding with usually James, 007 seemingly having a habit of standing far closer than 006 did, but the man never let him fall.
Q was in fact secretly concerned about how good it could feel, James Bond's strong hands steadying him in place. The agent always set his hands in decent places, like his biceps, hips or waist, but they were often lingering just a bit close to somewhere else, or holding on somewhat too long, giving each touch a suggestive edge.
Neither man seemed to have an actual reason to be there; any work related visit about kits for missions had the usual "every eye turn to me" types of entrances, in Bond's case, and the typical understated "I am dangerous, and you should know it" stalking for Trevelyan. No, when they appeared like that, soundlessly entering the branch; they just watched, teased and flirted with him.
In 006's case, the flirting was almost thoughtful, and far more understated than what he overheard on missions. When it came to his partner it wasn't his usual "come hither" style, but rather more purposeful. It was plain surprising that Q didn't feel scared half to death, he certainly felt like he should be; but somehow, he didn't actually feel threatened by their sudden appearances. Startled, yes, but (and he must have lost his mind) Alec seemed to telegraph respect for his boundaries with his every motion, and something about James Bond made him feel oddly safe. Which was weird, given everything he knew and had observed about the pair, not to mention his own history.
Alec usually flirted by leaning against his desk and talking dirty to him as he lurked in the Q-branch or returned pristine equipment. He was at least keeping a lower profile than his boyfriend, who returned his equipment in scrambles, and usually did really out of character things like bring Q tea at weird times during his sudden appearances.
Double O Seven also took it further than his partner ever did, occasionally even pressing Q into a convenient desk or a nearby wall when no one was looking, mumbling some soft words into his ear, before letting him go. He was always letting him go and Q had the distinct impression that the agent was being purposefully gentle. Even though his approach from some distance could only be called abrupt, even brusque, he was never rough about it.
It set Q on edge, every time the older Double O did that sort of thing, but he still wasn't afraid, only nervous. This was no longer just the Double Os teasing anyone and everybody they encountered. What were they after?