author's note: this is gonna get smutty :3 i collaborated with a friend of mine for this chapter, as i am very much out of my depth in this sort of writing. she's kind of a first-timer too, so pls don't kill us. thank you. enjoy :)

Bond paced quickly through the long corridors, past the mostly empty cells. Cries and calls from the few inmates, however, illustrated the blaring reality of the situation. He was visiting a friend, on trial for his own attempted murder. It burnt in some kind of exciting way; a thing he didn't realise until his lone walk. It was unnervingly clear that he was in awe of Q's dark genius. He reached the cell. Q sat on the cot, staring at the adjacent wall. He didn't look to Bond, even as he spoke.
'Ah, 007. I'm glad you came. I never thought they'd actually send you.'
'You asked for me?' Q turned his head. There was a ferocity in his eyes that Bond had never seen before.
'Of course. I wouldn't go down without seeing my favourite agent.'
'How do you know you're going down?'
Q laughed darkly.
'Please.'
'You might not.'
'Please don't insult my intelligence. I did manage to almost kill you.'
'Almost.' Bond quipped, a hint of a smile visible on his tired face. Q stepped from the cot, striding slowly around the room.
'Are you impressed?'
'Sufficiently.'
'How much is that?'
'Enough to not make me a bad person.'
'Define bad.'
Bond chuckled.
'I'd rather not.' There was a pause. Q sat back down.
'Aaron!' he shouted. A stocky guard with an uneasy look and a uniform much too big for him stepped from the shadow of the farthest cell.
'Yes, Sir?' Sir? He was a convict. He was- oh. He was scared of Q. Brilliant.
'Could you please let Bond in?'
'I...erm, I'm not meant to do that.'
'Oh, please. I'm sure no-one would mind. And it will be the last time before I end up permanently behind bars.'
You could almost hear his internal struggle. Good vs Evil. With a final sigh, he brought the key from his pocket.
'Thank you, Aaron.' he smiled at the guard. He unlocked the door hastily and left straight away. Q called after him. 'I'd appreciate if you left for a while. Maybe take your lunch.' But he already had.
Bond looked suitably impressed, glancing down the corridor, attempting to get a final look at the fleeing guard.
'Well, what are you waiting for? I didn't get rid of him for nothing.'
Bond pushed against the iron door, and came to rest on the threshold of the cell.
'What could you possibly need me for now?'
'Stimulation.' he smiled slyly at him. 'Come in.' Bond stepped in, trying to assert the dominance he didn't possess. Q had him wrapped round his little finger, an epiphany that Bond had not been prepared for. The most powerful person in the room was a disgraced boy in the clasp of madness.
'Sit.' he commanded, gesturing to the cot, but staring straight ahead again. Bond complied, his eyes joining Q's, fixed on the blank wall.
'You want me to help you escape.'
'Oh no. My interest in you right now is purely salacious.' He said, his tone unbroken.
'I like the new you, you're much more scandalous.' Q turned to Bond, hunger and lust in his face. He leant in to kiss him. Quickly locked in a fiery embrace, Bond's fingers traced Q's face, soon venturing further down.
Moving closer together, he could feel Q's erection pressed against his stomach. A hand clawed at Bond's suit, tearing it, bit by bit, from his muscular body. His hands snaked their way into Q's pants, massaging his considerable bulge. He moaned in appreciation, ripping his own jacket from his body. He wrenched the tie from around Bond's neck and began to bind him to the barred, metal headboard.
'Shhh.' Q grinned, his fingers teasing James' legs. Gently, he moved upwards, licking down his chest as he did. Bond groaned as Q approached his crotch. He took James' cock in his hand, slowly licking down the shaft. Pleasured moans escaped Bond's mouth. More. Q was going at an agonisingly slow pace.
'Please.' he managed, through rasping breaths.
'Patience.' he winked, beginning to rub his cock. He spat in his hands, continuing his work.
'Q.' Bond breathed, squirming where he was tied.
He took it into his mouth, sucking hard this time. He increased his pace, causing cries of pleasure from Bond.
'Oh God. Fuck.'
He slowed, licking slowly around the head. He began to pull away, his mouth dripping with saliva.
'Turn over.'
James complied, shifting his hands so his bonds wouldn't stop him.
'Do you want me to make this hurt?'
'Yes.'
'I can't hear you.'
'Oh fuck yes!'
'Good.' he smirked. At first, he entered Bond carefully, thrusting in shallow bursts.
'Make it hurt.' Bond yelled, through gritted teeth.
Q began to thrust more deeply. His fingers felt all around Bond's body, teasing his pleasure points. A wave of immense satisfaction hit him, but he was not yet finished.
'Faster.'
Hands felt up to James' bound hands, yanking the tie tighter around them. Q thrusted faster, more deeply...
He reached climax, panting for air and screaming Bond's name. He pulled out, ready to collapse.
But Bond was not done. He pulled sharply on his makeshift cuffs, freeing himself. He turned over and began to rub his cock, filling again with the euphoria of Q's penetration. Breathless and still highly aroused, Q watched Bond.
'Cum in my mouth.' he moaned, stroking his legs. Bond continued, finally finishing with a deep moan. He came in Q's mouth. He lapped it up in appreciation, swallowing quickly. He savoured the taste of James under his tongue and around his teeth. He fell, exhausted, onto James, and they fell soundly asleep inside the cell.