AN: Having loads of free time is always fun. Hope you enjoy this next chapter, this is mainly for you gabe fan ^^. Your review seriously inspired this scene which I hadn't thought of before. Thank you as always to all the wonderful followers, favorites, and reviews.

"Indulge me Bond. Come on, scream," Q hissed in the man's ear as he violently pulled off duct tape that had been placed onto Bond's chest. Skin and blood came off but the agent didn't say anything except for a deep growl in the back of his throat.

"You know, I killed a man once by doing this. Ripped off so much of his skin that he bled to death! So much more poetic and beautiful than any shitty love story."

Bond remained silent. Once again, he tested his bonds and found that no matter how many times he tried they were still to strong.

"You just don't want to talk do you," murmured Q as he leaned in closely. His fingers trailed along Bond's chin line, delicately feeling each curve. He looked into Bond's to bright eyes, smiling as he saw all the hatred, pain, and hurt mixed in them.

And then suddenly his hand was wrapped around Bond's throat, blocking the flow of oxygen. The grin grew more sadistic as he said, "I'm in control now and you will scream for me." Q let go, backing up but when Bond only gasped for air, Q simply shook his head.

He turned around, standing in a way that suggested he was trying to think something over when without any warning he spun around, a knife slicing into Bond's stomach.

Despite everything, Bond couldn't stop the cry of pain that irrupted from his throat.

"Yes, I did it just perfectly this time," Q said as he practically jumped for joy. "It hurts, I know, but don't worry. If I pull it out, you'll certainly bleed but you won't die. However if I turn it ever so slightly—"

Bond screamed as Q only tweaked the knife.

"Let's just say it wouldn't be good for you now would it."

Leaving the knife in, Q let his hands trail around the wound, smearing the blood around the exposed skin. Then, bringing his hand up, he let his tongue slowly trail over his now red fingers. "Oh, I am enjoying this," Q murmured softly and then his lips were capturing Bond's.

It was uncomfortable, even painful for Bond as Q bit down hard enough to make the agent bleed. Q's hands began to move aimlessly and he would've kept going when suddenly an alarm went off, blaring through the entire building.

"Oh no, cavalry's arrived," Q said in mock horror and then laughed as he leaned away from Bond. He then shifted Bond's chair so that he was facing towards the door that he had come through, the only door in the room.

"Let's see how many of your pals I can kill before they kill me or before you break free."

"What?"

"A little game, nothing more," Q replied simply as he easily and swiftly pulled out the knife in 007's gut and then put it in his bound hands. "See, I'll even give you a head start."

For a moment, Bond didn't move, trying to figure out if there was a catch and also trying to ignore the pain he was currently feeling. However, when Q got out an automatic machine gun, he quickly began to saw at the ropes.

Q completely ignored Bond, staring at the door, waiting for MI6 when he suddenly heard the sound of falling rope. "You got out of that quicker than I thought."

Spinning around, he haphazardly dropped the gun as he blocked the knife that would've embedded itself into his skull if he hadn't. Q grabbed Bond's arm, yanking him forward and succeeded in driving a back fist to the agent's face. He was able to twist the knife out of Bond's grip slashing out at his side as well.

"Either I'm better than I thought, or you're going easy on me Bond," Q said with a laugh.

"Not a chance."

Bond dived forward, knocking the knife out of Q's grip and knocking him to the floor. At first, Bond was nearly able to take control and put Q in a head lock but Q did end up being stronger and quicker than first expected. He got out of Bond's grip, driving the heel of his shoe into the solar plexus of the chest and then wrapped one arm around Bond's head as he kneed him in the gut.

Bond got his arms around Q's body in between another knee in the stomach and was able to throw the ma over his back. He may have been stronger but he was still as light as hell. Q fell hard on his back and was about to get up when suddenly his own machine gun was thrust in his face.

"Don't. Move. A. Muscle," Bond said, breathing hard, spitting blood from his mouth.

Q looked at him for a moment, then back at the gun, and out of know where burst out laughing. It wasn't just a cackle or a quick chuckle either. The man was practically breathless he was laughing so hard as he clutched his sides, trying to get air into his lungs.

"What! What is so damn funny?!" Bond yelled at him, his hand tightening on the gun.

"You! I can't believe that after all this time you still can't do it. Honestly, I thought you better than this Bond," Q replied breathlessly as he shook his head.

"Can't do what?"

"You can't kill me! You still can't me! It's pathetic really. I would have disassembled you piece by piece and played with each part as I went! I would've—"

Bam!

At that Bond did something that he probably should've done at the start. He knocked Q out with a well aimed blow to the side of the head. Of course, that was when MI6 finally decided to show up.