Handcuffed
"Seriously Bond this is not funny!" Q glared at the double-oh agent, who was holding up a key and grinning. The Quartermaster tried to move but he was well and truly attached to the chair. With Bond's handcuffs.
"Damn 007. Unlock me. Now!" Q ordered, but Bond simply sat on the edge of his desk, surveying him.
"No." Bond said simply, ignoring the death glare the younger man sent his way.
Q sighed. "Bond, please. Why?" he asked and the double-oh agent smirked.
"I won't unlock the handcuffs until you admit." He told him, and Q rolled his eyes.
"Admit what?"
"That you… well like me." Bond tilted his head, looking at the younger man interestedly.
"Fine, I like you. I also think that you are a pain in the ass." Q answered. "Will you unlock them now?"
"No, because you weren't serious." Bond walked over and waved the key in the younger man's face, smirking.
"Oh fine!" I like you." Q repeated, and Bond grinned.
"Admit that you are attracted to my looks and my personality, however much you are irritated by me." Bond said grinning smugly.
"Why? I would be lying." the younger man replied and Bond raised his eyebrows.
"Ah, ah you're lying. Tell the truth. C'mon you know you want to admit it to me. You know you do. Go on. Admit it." Bond said, his voice teasingly.
"Bond, I...Oh fine. I admit it." Q rolled his eyes, irritated at the way the double-og agent played him so easily.
"Hah, I knew it!" Bond grinned widely.
"Now will you please unlock these handcuffs?" Q asked.
Bond headed for the door. "See you later, Quartermaster." The door closed, and the younger man groaned.
"DAMMIT BOND!"