Chapter Text
Listening
They were both breathing hard. The groans were getting louder and more urgent.
“Oh, God, please James, don’t stop, don’t stop!”
Bond laughter was deep and rumbling. He sighed and grunted as he rolled their bodies over in the bed.
“Tell me what you want,” Bond said in a deep gravelly voice.
“Let me ride you.” His partner panted. “I want to look down at you as I come.”
There were grunts and moans, then the high pitch cry. “I’ll do anything James, anything you want, just please don’t stop!”
Q listened to the voices over the com link. The woman was the wife of a major arms trafficker and Agent 007 was quickly getting her to aid him in bring her husband down. Q had the com link on private so only he heard the conversation between the agent and the mark. The young man was looking down at his computer screen while imagining the scene played out he was hearing. Q bit his thumb nail nervously listening to the woman moan as Bond slowly took her apart. Her breathy moans filling his ears as he thought about the agent.
Q wondered if the agent’s eyes remained crystal blue or did they cinder and darken. Did Bond’s skin flush as he made love or did it maintain its dark tan tone? Q knew it was inappropriate to think about the agent this way. He knew was supposed to listening for information to be divulged by the woman, but instead Q listened, imagining Bond was saying those words to him. That it was the young computer genius instead of the woman, Bond was whispering too, holding, dismantling, and bring to ecstasy.
Q wondered how it would feel to kneel before him looking up into those artic blue eyes. Would Bond be as affected by Q’s submission as Q was affected by the man’s voice? Q didn’t believe Bond would be hesitant in the bedroom. No, Bond would be dominate and possessive; overwhelming his lovers. Q licked his lips.
He listened till he heard the woman scream out Bond’s name. “James! James!” and collapse into the man’s arms. “Anything James. Just tell me what you want. I’ll give you anything.”
“In the morning, my love, in the morning.” Bond whispered both into her ear as well as Q’s. The young man shuttering at the deep whispered promise.
Q knew the agent would sleep now, next to her and he didn’t need to listen any further. Her deep breathing already informing Q that she had slipped under Morpheus’ spell. Q didn’t tap twice on the com link to notify the agent he was shutting the link down. Bond would have presumed Q had done it earlier, than to sit and listen the assignation. Q just simply shut down his computer link and closed his laptop. He stepped back from the tall table, slightly blushing as he quickly shut his station down for the night.
“How’s our boy doing, Q?” The voice was booming and loud. Shaking Q back to the reality of the bull pen of Q Branch.
Q looked up quickly into the playful green eyes of Alec Trevelyan. 006. Bond’s best friend and fellow agent. Q blinked, then ducked his head and face away from the tall blond agent. He didn’t want Trevelyan to be able to read anything off his face. His obvious infatuation with 007. Q stepped back then walked around Alec.
“He is enjoying the sights in Prague. Good evening, 006. How may we help you?” Q forced his voice to remain neutral as he spoke.
“Just returned from Tokyo, checking in with what remains of my tech.” The man smiled at the smaller computer geek.
“Yes, yes. Is any of it still in working order?” Q kept walking to his office as the taller man followed him.
“You wound me, Q. Besides, working order is such an ambiguous term. They are functional in some degree even if it not the purpose they were originally designed for.”
“You mean they are working as paperweights now.” Q looked up at the man through his fringe. Alec laughed.
“James already try that excuse on you.”
“No, but it does sound like something the two of you would consider humorous. What is left?” Q stepped around his desk and waited for the agent.
Alec smiled as he pulled his handgun from his shoulder holster and the extra magazine clip from his pocket. Releasing the magazine and locking the slide open, Alec set the empty gun down on the desk. Q picked the gun up to see the grip was broken and a gouge was cut into the metal of the slide. He raised an eyebrow and looked up at Alec.
“The nick was from a knife and the grip was broken over a killer’s head.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wade of wires and broken metal. With a gleeful smirk, he set the mess down on the desk in front of Q.
The computer genius didn’t even pick up the wires. “Let me guess, the remains of the very expensive radio I spent nineteen hours designing and building for you.” Alec smiled back. “The laptop?” Q asked.
“At the bottom of a lake.”
“The throwing knifes?”
“In a dead body at the bottom of the same lake.”
“Your communication link?”
Alec cocked his head to the side and smirked. “Well, there was the good looking woman and . . . I thought I put it in my pocket. It must have fallen to the floor of her bedroom.”
Q collapsed in his chair and looked as the damaged articles in front of him. He brought his hands up to cradle his head and he rested his elbows on the desk. Alec watched, waiting for the sharp response from the young man. The jabbing quips the agent and Quartermaster passed back and forth. Alec had started looking forward to these verbal jousting matches. It made the young Quartermaster even more adorable as they exchanged sharp insults back and forth.
Alec waited but Q said nothing. He just held his head and looked down at the pile of wires and the broken gun. Alec shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Then nodded slightly.
“If there is nothing else, Quartermaster, I’ll leave.” Alec actually felt hurt that Q was giving him the silent treatment.
“Why do you do it?” Q asked without looking up. His voice sounded incredible young and innocent.
“Do what? The tech? It not that I do it on purpose . . .”
“No, the women? The men? Why do you and Bond sleep with all those people?”
“Oh.” Alec shifted again. “It’s not like we enjoy it.”
“Then why?” Q finally looked up at the blonde. Q’s eyes were red rimmed and made him look so young and fragile.
“Q, it’s hard to explain. We need information and sometimes it is the fast way to get it. Sexual interrogation is a skill just like marksmanship or knife throwing. It is not a physical need as much as a tool we use.”
“But it seems you use it more than any other.” Q pleaded with the man.
Alec studied the Quartermaster’s face for a moment, then turned and closed the door of his office. Returning to the desk, Alec sat down in the chair in front of Q and sternly looked at the man.
“You kept the com links on with someone. Who? Me? James?” Q looked away from the agent.
“There is valid reason for the com links to be left open. In fact, there is no reason not to listen why the agents are working.” Q said with as much authority as he could muster at that moment.
“It is unwritten understanding that we can do that portion of our job in private. It would be far more difficult on us if we thought people who we work with were listening in. We could be self-conscious of our words, our actions, if you were listening and judging.”
“I would never judge.” Q’s head snapped up to stare at the man.
“Everyone judges. So who was it?” Alec demanded.
“Bond. He’s in Prague tonight with a gun dealer’s wife.”
“Why did you listen? James gives plenty of time for you to know what he is doing. You could have shut down the com link at any time.”
“I just wanted . . . I needed . . . you honestly don’t enjoy it as much as it sounds?”
Alec thinned his lips and glared at the young man. “No. We don’t. James and I have spoken about it with each other. We don’t dare go to psych about it. It is not the same as having sex with someone outside of a mission. It is a job, a part of our cover. Like putting on a disguise.” Q listened trying to understand. “It is not sex but a physical activity to obtain information or cooperation. Nothing more. It never can be.”
“Why can’t it?”
“What’s the difference between having indiscriminate sex for money and having indiscriminate sex for your county? Either way, it makes you a whore.” Alec said holding Q’s attention. “I don’t mind being a killer, or a thief, or a spy for Queen and county, but I am not a whore.”
Q nodded.
“I didn’t realize. I’m sorry I listened in.”
“Why did you do it? Were you getting some kind of thrill out of it?” Alec asked bitterly.
“No.” Now Q was angry. “I was just listening to Bond. I was just . . . just . . . I want to know what he would sound like if . . .”
Alec’s expression softened. He leaned back in the chair as realization came over him.
“How long have you been in love with him?”
Q blinked rapidly. A small blush came to his face and he turned away. “I not in love with James Bond.”
“Everyone is in love with him to one degree or another. You either love him or hate him. There is no middle ground with our boy.” Alec smiled again at the Quartermaster.
“I’m not in love,” Q sounded like a petulant teenager.
“But you are infatuated with the man.” Q didn’t answer him. “James is my best friend and he would kill me if I told you, but he is interested too. He’s told me.”
Q’s eyes spread wide in amazement. The blush returned brighter to his cheeks.
“Instead of listening to him, why don’t you try talking to him?”
“I didn’t think . . .”
“Well, that is obvious.” Alec stood and smiled down at the young man. His bright green eyes dancing.
“Thank you, Alec. I’ll speak to him when he gets back.”
“But don’t tell him you listened in.”
“As you say.” Alec turned to leave and as he grabbed the doorknob, Q continued. “Don’t believe this got you out of trouble for losing my laptop computer. I will chain the next one to your wrist. If you chose to use it as an anchor, you can join it.”
Alec smiled as he looked over his shoulder at the Quartermaster. “But then think of all the fun you will miss out on building me a new one.”
“I have other activities I consider fun and wasting time building things for a technological caveman is not one of them. Especially one who thinks destroying my radio transmitters as stress release is a viable option.”
“Well, sometime soon, you should discuss those activities with Bond. I’m sure James would have several suggestions of stress release for you.”
Q blushed for a third time, as Alec left the office. As he walked out of Q Branch, he knew James was going to own him a nice bottle of vodka. Alec smiled as he patted himself on the back. Yes, James was going owe him for a while after this.