Disclaimer: I do not own the Bond movies or books.

So, here's yet another version of "The Overlord"! Yes, I know, I am working on the infinite dimensions theory here! This one is a one-shot based on the idea that what if Q is actually Q; and knows Bond from before? Pre-established relationship.

Warnings: Somewhat dark humour?

Thank you to saye0036 who's advice for "Overlord Q" gave me the inspiration to write this.

I hope you will enjoy this story!

James Bond awoke accompanied by the tell-tale feeling of restraints around his wrists, and he held back a wince in case he was being watched. The room was almost painfully bright, even though his eyelids; lit by what seemed to his closed eyes to be electronic devices by the sharp light. He had been chasing someone on the wanted list, looking for information on who he worked for in order to stop a possible tragedy which threatened to occur later in the week.

Had they caught him? If so, he better take advantage of this no doubt short respite to clear his head, because torture was usually how these things went. If not? Well, by how his career had been going, and the number of enemies he had acquired, it probably didn't matter who it was who held him. This was bound to hurt.

Then there was a hand cradling his head, and he opened his eyes with a snap. They obviously knew he was awake, anyway.

What he saw; and that forced even him to take a deep, shocked breath, was Q, his partner for three years, before he went missing eighteen months ago after a particularly nasty political row.

That was when a bunch of impressions hit him at the same time. Q looked well; he looked happy and thriving and his dark hair was as curly as it ever was. They had known he was alive, of course, as he dropped them lifesaving information on the servers he had built from time to time, still helping, but that had been all. Until now.

The room, he suddenly recognised, went in the style Q preferred, not for a workshop, but for home, and he realised in a flash that he was lying on a larger than kingsize bed, covered with deep blue sheets and that coverlet which had gone missing at the same time as Q. Their one. They had made love for the very first time on top of it, if memory served. Judging by the younger man's blush, he certainly did recall something along those lines.

Reaching out to touch him, but suddenly pausing, Q asked in a very small voice. "May I?" Nodding, James shifted, leaning into the hand as soon as it reached him. "I saw things were going south," Q murmured, his hand moving to properly stroke his head, almost petting him. "I choose to pull some strings and get you out myself... I have now kidnapped you and intend to keep you as my sex-slave." Q grinned in that way his partner had missed desperately for one year and a half.

James laughed. "I can see a main issue with that plan, sweetheart," he replied, his eyes fond as he looked on his partner for the first time in far too long; having been afraid he'd never see him again. "Both of those things are activities done strictly against the victim's wishes, and I do not feel very kidnapped, considering I want to be here. Sex sounds good, too." He reached out to touch Q, only to find the restraints restricted him from doing so. He let out an amused huff of breath. "You're really serious about the slave thing, aren't you?"

Q laughed, his hair falling down across his nose, adorable in James' opinion, reaching to undo them. "Just a precaution while you woke up properly. Besides, it was fun! Perhaps I shouldn't undo them, though; don't want you running back home just yet."

"I feel pretty at home where I am," James admitted, sitting up as soon as the bonds were gone and kissing his Quartermaster with as much energy as he dared without risking breaking the man. Looks like the coverlet was getting a second go of it.