Q practically purrs in pleasure at the possessive note in Bond's voice, and he leans more heavily back against the other man. "Yes, James.. I am yours. It won't be too long until you can mark me, and then everyone will know." He says quietly as he turns his head a little to be able to look at the double-oh.
Taking advantage of the fact the younger man is looking at him, Bond shifts a little and leans in to claim a kiss from the man, keeping it sweet and tender while he lets it linger, then slowly pulls away, lowering his head to nuzzle lightly at the spot on Q's shoulder which will have his mark soon enough. "They'll know to keep their bloody hands to themselves." He growls lightly, before he moves back from the man a little so he can wash his back, nudging his head forward until it's under the spray, not wanting to risk any part of his omega smelling like the other double-oh.
For a moment, Q is surprised when his head is finally dunked, then he laughs softly. "You are so pushy." He teases, but he doesn't really mean it since he secretly likes that about Bond. Not that he'd ever tell the other man that or he would become insufferable. Still, he obediently washes out his hair before he turns to face Bond, slipping his arms around the man's waist, nuzzling against him. "Better?" he offers quietly, smiling a little as he tries to reassures his Alpha.
Dipping his head and taking a deep breath against Q's skin, James nods a little, reaching past to turn off the water. "Much better." He says quietly before he pulls his young omega out of the shower, drying him off, before gently rubbing the towel over his head, and placing his glasses back on his face gently. "Go on, go get dressed." he says as he nudges the younger man toward the door, starting to dry himself off.
Enjoying the attention but laughing when he goes so far as to put Q's glasses on, the young genius smirks and nods quietly. "I'll make dinner." He says before he scoots out of the room. So far, Bond has done most of the cooking for the younger Omega, taking care of him like any Alpha would take care of his Omega. And while most of the time Q quite enjoys it, he does want to prove himself, that he can do things on his own as well. Changing in the clothes that Bond left out for him, the younger man chuckles a little as he hurries out into the kitchen to start preparing something before James can interrupt him.
After dressing himself in some casual clothes, Bond takes a few moments and throws some clothes in the wash, then he walks out and stands in the doorway. It's amusing to see his Omega in these two very different environments. At work he's cool, calm, collected and in control. Of himself and the rest of the people around him. He's confident in what he does and how he handles the double-ohs. But here at home, there's something very different about the other man. He's relaxed, less focused and less tense. And he's very affectionate, something that Bond never would have guessed. At home, Bond has noticed that Q also has a bit of manic energy, something he tries to focus into little projects that he has spread out across the flat. The only time he seems to calm down is when the double-oh keeps him in one place, generally by holding him.
It takes a little bit, but Q slowly becomes aware of being watched, slowly turning his head to see James staring at him intensely, causing him to flush a little, nearly dropping the spice bottle he was holding as he becomes a little flustered under the gaze. Taking a deep breath, he tries to calm himself and steady his hands before he goes back to cooking, putting the casserole dish in the oven before setting the temperature and time, then returning to wash his hands off in the sink.
"I didn't mean to startle you." James says quietly as he moves up behind Q slowly. "Are you sure you're alright?" he asks, waiting until the younger man is done drying his hands before he gently takes Q's hand in his, looking down at the wrist that 004 was so cruelly holding earlier, seeing some faint bruises starting to show up on the omega's pale skin.
Relaxing a little, Q nods quietly, looking down at his wrist. "Still a little unsettled, I think, but I'll be ok." he says quietly, then he sighs, "I just feel.. jittery, it must be from being so close to my Heat.." he admits as he looks up at the older man, moving closer a little. "It feels better when I have you here." he admits softly, nestling his head down on the agent's shoulder, molding his body against the broad chest of the agent, knowing how much James enjoys it when Q gets a little clingy and cuddly.
James chuckles a little, but he pulls his Omega close against him, stroking his back gently and placing soft kisses against his head. "It is.. because you're close to your Heat... Your instincts are trying to find you an Alpha. Lucky for me, you've already found one. And you are going to stay here, where no other Alpha's can try and take you from me, until you're fully into your Heat.." The double-oh can't help himself, he shifts a little against the younger man, pulling him in tight as he thinks about what will happen in just a few days' time. "And then.. Then, love, I am going to make sure you couldn't leave the bed even if you wanted to. And I will mark you, and everyone will know you're mine." He almost growls out the last part as his voice drops, one hand sliding up and into Q's hair to grasp it sharply and probably a little painfully, pulling his head back to bare the younger man's neck to him. Slowly, he lowers his head, placing a few kisses along that pale column, nipping over the bruise already there.
"Bond.. James.." Q groans out softly, clinging to the other man just to keep himself up, his knees having threatened to buckle at the words and now kisses. "I really don't think I'm up to anything today, James." he says reluctantly with a little whine.
"Oh, there are other things I am sure you would be up to, and they might help take the edge off.." James says quietly, starting to pull him backwards toward the living room. "Let me take care of you, Q.. Trust me, I know what you need." he says soothingly.
Deciding that Q may not be the best judge of what he needs right now, and honestly inclined to let Bond do what he wants anyway, the young man gives up and just relaxes, letting the Alpha do what he wants.
It's a good thing the casserole needs quite some time to cook.
Shorter than I expected, but yay, an update! Next will have Miss Moneypenny in it, I think. I realize I haven't really included any of the other characters, so it will be nice for me to explore Bond talking to someone else, while poor Q has to work from home. This fic is rapidly coming to an end, and it will probably be rather abrupt, since I've been trying to think of how to wrap things up, and I have a feeling I won't be able to think of a good way to do it.
Thank you all for reading so far, I didn't expect a one-shot to turn into this! :)
Reviews/comments welcome as always. :)