Falling back onto the sofa, Q struggled to regain his breath. Bond collapsed next to him, the sweat on his skin glowing in the dim light of the room. His glasses somewhere on the floor, Q blinked trying to get some focus on the man next to him.

"I will not be one of your Bond girls, double oh," he growled, wagging a finger at the special agent. "I am your Q and deserve more respect than that."

"My Q," the agent grinned, leaning over to kiss him, knees straddling his hips. "I like the way that sounds."

Trailing a hand up into Bond's blond hair, Q returned the kiss with passion, licking his way into the other man's mouth.

"I'm not joking though, James. You can't just use me for sex when you aren't on a mission."

Bond smiled, leaning his forehead against Q's. "Contrary to popular belief, I do not shag my way through MI6 and I do not have time for relationships outside the agency. You are the first person I have slept with for pleasure in many years."

Quirking an eyebrow, Q challenged him silently.

"It's true. And I don't even know your name."

"It's Quain Holmes." Q smiled, finally realizing what he meant to the spy in his lap. "Come on, James. Let's go to bed."