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All MI6 were on alert; a certain agent was coming home after a mission where he was injected with an anti-suppressant.
Now, if said agent were any agent, there would be no reason for all the chaos and stress that all MI6 workers experience today, but no, it was not any agent; it was James Bond, 007.
The problem with this particular agent was that for all his troublesome habits, such as faking his death unauthorised, not listening to orders, etc, he was never out of his suppressants, making him the most available and never a probable cause of a security breach of an agent. You see MI6 doesn’t have a rut/heat leave, employees would go to HR who then notify the security sub-branch of the Q branch who then would look for a safe and familiar location since not all agents live in the direction given to HR that were previously approved by said security sub-branch, and of course, a partner with whom pass said rut/heat, sometimes there was a SO making things more easy, for they were previously investigated and deemed safe, but if there was no SO then it was needed to search for a person (normally in MI6) who were available (romantically and work wise), with the same level of security clearance and no ulterior motives for being so perfect candidate for ruts/heats.
Now after being injected with an anti-suppressant the alpha or omega in question would experience different side effects, someone who uses suppressants lightly would have a light headache, a more regular user who stops using them when they knew their rut/heat was nearing would feel their sense of smell amplified and a light case of paranoia but would have time to take another dose of the suppressant, and for the ones who only stop using them once a year then they would have sore muscles, senses amplified and a more possessive personality; and left unattended a rut/heat would occur about a week and a half later.
Those were the normal cases and James Bond was anything but normal, his medical record regarding the use of suppressants went as far as the start of his career in the Royal Navy and since then used them nonstop, not even in his time with Vesper. So, when medical received the alert from the Quartermaster about the anti-suppressants and the several fights and running that happened in the mission, they gave the agent at least 6 hours before the inevitable rut.
When M was informed of the situation, he mobilised all MI6, three alphas 00 were to wait for Bond, who was already on his way to headquarters, driving like a madman, a clear sign that his wolf was already out and in control of him so there were to expect a very violent and ready to mate agent who was train to kill; the 00´s would disarm and escort 007 to medical where he would be locked in a special room waiting for his rut partner.
The search for 007´s rut partner was one of the greatest sources of chaos within the building since all omegas and female personnel were fighting to be the one and had a chance to pass a week being well fuck by the famous James Bond, and maybe get pregnant or a bite in their necks, that surely would evolve in a mating ceremony and a happy ever after.
Q, who was assigned to sort the search for the lucky one and the rescheduling of the 00´s missions to cover for 007 absence, was suffering a big headache since the candidates were being taking down, one by one, by other non-candidates, and he was starting to fear for his security, after all he was an omega with a clearance level higher to the 00s and within the premises what at this point, it was making him a perfect candidate; luckily he had locked himself several hours ago in his bunker of an office when his minions and Eve started bothering him with questions like “when was the last time you eat?” or “I am not going to even ask when was the last time you leave because I know it was 7 days ago but please tell me, have you been taking some naps?”, the answers to that questions were 12 and 48 hours ago respectively, things that could disqualify him; but that would only leave him with two other options call Eve, since the beta was in the premises and very much safe locked in M office, now replace her would be a 00´s job since she was not only M´s glorify secretary but also bodyguard, and they were already short of 00 so not a very viable option; second option being the agents that were out of the country in missions that would need to be replace or the mission suspended to make up for their absence and then brought to the building with max security, that was also a massive now because of the security risk that massive change implied; so at the end of the day if push comes to shove a Quartermaster would be easier to replace taking into account that at the moment there was no major missions or projects that need his supervision, so R could take temporary charge of everything, and kind of problem solve.
Q was wreaking his brain looking for solutions to the conundrum without him being the sacrificial lamb, when he noticed the arrival of the DB5 in the garage and to the surprise of everyone, a very calm and collected James Bond; confuse, he checked again 007´s signs from smart blood that show that indeed the agent was entering his rut, this meaning that he would not need to preoccupy himself anymore with the search of the rut partner and only wait to see who was Cinderella.
It was a well-known fact that an alpha in rut omegaless would be very aggressive trying to secure a mate, but an alpha that was already mated or was courting an omega would be calmer, collected and very very clingy.
James got out of the car and walked into the building ignoring his three co-workers, who quickly followed him up remembering their little mission but seeing as their target didn’t look threatening, they asked for instructions, M, who was supervising the mission personally, ordered to just follow 007 and make sure the agent maintained the calmness.
Q looked through the cameras at how James moved confidently, adjusting his suit, grooming himself for his omega, and walking a very familiar route, the agent was walking to Q branch. Q asked himself who of his minions had caught the heart of the eternal bachelor, 007, probably some of his new staff maybe Kath or Jaime he had seen him talk to them while waiting for him to debrief him, or Sarah, who he apparently taught her how to make “Q´s tea” so he wouldn’t be “cranky” during his missions but there was also Estefan and Rita, he was very sure he has heard how both betas had access to James´ credit card when they bought him food the times he had forgot his lunch in the home or when he had to stay to many nights in his office; or now that he thought about it, it could be anyone the office, he had been passing a lot of time in Q branch lately.
Was hell going to let loose the moment 007 put a foot in his territories? Were his minions fight each other finally for the agent? He was not very sure, for his minions had been very well behaved through all the ordeal, he didn’t think the presence of James in the building and in route would change that.
Did his minions know something he didn’t? Maybe the minions knew who the agent had been wooing and that was the reason they were so calm and collected even now that the agents were mere feet away from their stations. Wait and see he supposed.
James entered Q branch as if he wasn’t in rut, swept the room with a quick look and greet R who has made a bee line to them and asked her, “Is he in his office?”.
“Where else agent?”
“Thank you, R”, said James and with a little vow he walked to Q bunker of an office.
“And you agents can report back that you had escorted 007 safely to his destination and are very welcome to guard Q branch for any kind of disruptor, but not a step more inside this place” With that R turned back and walk to the screens that were filled with ongoing missions, maps, and numbers.
M knew better than to disrupt Q's minions, so he ordered the agent to do as R indicated and wait until the agent was ready to be escorted to his car and maybe to his rut place.
Q who had seen every bit of interaction through the cameras was confused and startled by a very characteristic knock on his door, he stood there silent without knowing what to do, maybe 007 was using his calmness to be done with the office work, a little uncharacteristic of him since the agent could never be bothered with doing his paperwork routine after every mission until recently that M took to treating the agent without Q branch visits if he didn’t turn his reports in less than two weeks after missions and it included his time as MIA, a thing that was great with Q since the email report were proof that James was still breathing, and that always put Q´s omega at rest; but more realistically 007 was in his door to ask for a favour, maybe for his “chosen one”, or maybe he would ask for a nice place to pass his rut and a little more time after that, better to be done with it quickly.
“Come in”, said Q unlocking his door.
“Good afternoon, Quartermaster”, greeted the agent with a soft smile on his lips and entering the office, wandering through it touching this and that leaving his sent everywhere, some would even say marking the place.
Q look suspiciously at the agent since he didn’t mark anything in his way there, but decided not to comment on it, his curiosity taking the better of him and inhaling a little bit more forcefully than necessary and it hit him, James Bond´s scent, and damn he had read it, it was in his file a description of his scent, salted chocolate and smoked pine notes, but nothing could compare with the real thing, it was overpowered by the dark chocolate but he could still detect notes of smoked pine and nothing of his salted nature resulted of his oncoming rut, Q´s omega wanted to purr and offer his neck to the alpha, but he composed himself quickly and got his bearings back, he asked, “Did you bring all my equipment back?”.
“Yes”, he answered with a blinding smile, and now walking to his desk, “gun, radio and earpiece”, he said happily while putting said things on the table to look at the Quartermaster with a happy smile and preening.
“Good”, responded Q, inspecting the equipment, restraining himself from jumping the agent.
“I also bring myself in one piece no scratches, well some scratches, but nothing serious, no gunshots, nothing life threatening”.
“Yeah, I can see that”, said Q waiting to see if the agent would say another thing like ask for a favour, but nothing came after some minutes of awkward silence just watching each other, he continued “If that is all agent, you can go”, returning his attention to the equipment.
James couldn’t help but whine at the clear dismissal, making Q direct his attention on him again and looking at the older pout, the brunette couldn’t help but ask softly trying to soothe him, “Is there something else James?”
“Yes,” responded James a little bit hesitant, “you see, my rut is starting and, I would like to pass it with you, but I think my attentions were not well received, my apologies Quartermaster for the bother, I will take my leave now” ended the agent with a sorrowful expression and turn to leave.
Q was not only flabergasted at hearing that confession but also a littke dizzy for the brusque change of Bond´s scent, the intoxicating dark chocolate had now turn in a putrid smell and the light smoke pine was more smoke than pine, this is what a sad, angry and dejected, James Bond smell like, it was powerful, it had Q ´s omega whining to submit to accept this alpha, but he could not do it; first he needed to sort out what Bond refered as “attentions”.
Had Bond been courting him? No, that couldn’t be true, he would have noticed, right? Well, he is well known for being a little oblivious. No, wait there have been gifts in the past, he remembered, some exotic tea tins, various knickknacks, postcards, and on rare occasions some very soft pillows and blankets made with rare materials, that were now part of his nest but that was not relevant now; but he had thought they were a form of bribe, so he would give the agent more shiny deadly toys, that the agent had previously asked, and he was proved right, right? When he told the agent that they were not going to work on him unless he would get a better rating in bringing back his equipment in a good state, he diminish the number of gifts and for the next couple of missions the agent did as instructed and that made Q very happy because it meant less work except that later on he got the news that the improvement was at the cost of his agent wellbeing. Again, he berated the agent and let him know in no uncertain terms that his life was more important than any equipment to him, that the only thing he asked for was for a little more care for them, after all, they were designed and made for use, not for only looking pretty, shiny and deadly.
After that talk, James started to take a little bit more care of himself and elevated his percentage of returning gadgets, and it was at that time that he noticed the agent “flirting” with his staff, and after that . . . after that he was feed constantly by his minions, always saying that it did not bother them since it was on 007 card, or that the agent taught them how to do his tea, or that James had promised them dinner dates, or premier tickets to events if they make him sleep at least three hours per day when he hole up for days in the branch, they even have given him some very cosy blankets for his sofa naps, hell even his sofa was changed recently by his minions for a softer one, he remembered them saying that the principal benefactor was someone who was very concern for his back pains, and want him to rest well. Did that were instances of the agent taking care of him while he was away? Was he trying to prove how well he could provide for him even if he wasn’t there?
“Wait!” Q nearly shouted it, he needed to confirm it, he needed to ask, to know. “Where you courting me, all this time?”
“Yes. . .” answered Bond looking awkward standing near the door as if he was trying to say more but without finding the right words.
“I didn’t notice it” Q softly said in disbelieve, a mere whisper, he had hoped at one time, damn he even had fantasies about Bond taking him in his office, but he had always restrained it to fantasy world no something that could ever happen in reality world, and here he was listening to Bond asking to pass his rut with him because he has been courting him. He was feeling warm inside; he probably was even blushing.
“Don’t worry Q, I was the one who was overstepping, I. . . I should have asked first not, just assume” Bond was saying, taking little steps to the door, looking at all the things he had marked, still smelling like smoke and salt gone where the chocolate and the pine tones, signalling that his alpha thought that he no longer had an Omega for his rut.
Q would not stand it, “James” he said firmly extending his hand to the agent “come here”, Bond look him funny as if he couldn’t understand him, as if this was a very difficult puzzle presented to him, so Q help him a little letting out a little whine, just enough to make Bonds alpha take control, and control he took in less than a second he was surrounded by strong arms his head in the crook between the neck and the shoulder of the alpha, a soothing hand in his hair and the other in his arm. Q let himself be and for the first time in many years let his omega out while he melted in Bond's embrace.
“James, I didn’t notice, because. . . I thought, Well, I never thought that you would want me, I never dared to imagine it for fear of getting my heart broken over a fantasy,” Q whispered to Bond.
“Did I take good care of you, then?” Bond asked, still trying to soothe Q and a little bit himself smelling the warm scent of banana bread with caramel, so characteristic of Q, of his relaxed omega in his arms.
“Yes, you did, these months I have been gaining weight, and sleeping more than a couple hours a week, and. . . and. . .” Q blushed and hid his face in the neck of the agent “And my nest is softer and is smelling lightly of you. Did you mark my blankets before giving them?”
“Maybe” said the agent purring and nuzzling the younger´s neck, pleased with the results of his courtship.
Q only huffed at that response and let himself melt for a while in the embrace.
When the Quartermaster decided that both alpha and omega were calm enough to function again, he gathered the strength to pull apart from the firm arms that were embracing him, “We need to sort things out, before going out to my place, you know?”
“Yes. . . ?”
“Yes, c’mon I will let you nuzzle my nape and mark me to your heart's content, but I need you on your best behaviour for the next” he looked to his wristwatch, “30 minutes, could you accomplish that agent?”
“Depend, is someone else coming here?”
“No, I don’t think so, you would have me for yourself”
“But you would not be paying attention to me”, said the blond with a pout.
“Look at it as an inversion, you share my attention for 30 minutes and you would have me for the rest of your rut and 2 days more”
“4 days more”
“3 days”
“4 days, it will take you time to reign the strength in your legs love” whispered Bond to Q´s ear.
“Ok, 4 days,” said the blushing brunette.
“Deal then” answered the agent, repositioning his omega, so they were chest to back and walking slowly to his desk and chair.
Once Q was sated in Bond's lap, he started working on delegating the upcoming missions of his and 007, and writing M about his indeterminate leave, because he was not sure if the older´s rut would start his heat, and the same schedule a revisit of his and his alpha status papers, because he was certain that at the end of his leave, he would be sporting a beautiful bonding mark if the nips that Bond was giving to his neck and the hard-on he was feeling in his wetting bottom could be any indication.
“All done, time to go Bond!” Explain the genius, while closing his laptop.
“James” mumbled the agent into his neck.
“Hmm”
“Call me James, please,” said the blond again, now looking into Q´s eyes.
“Alright, James, it's time to go, we are done here”
“Good”, answered Bond getting up, raising Q in his arms in a bridal style and walking to the door of Genius´ office “And tell me dearest, have you eaten or napped since the last time I saw you?”
“No” mumbled the brunette into Bond´s crook neck hiding his blushing cheeks from the spectacle he was sure all of MI6 was witnessing, while Bond took him to the garage where he had left the car.
“I see, do you have something in your fridge? Or should we pass to the market first?” asked the agent.
“I ordered some groceries, today I . . . I have planned to return to my cats today, they should be enough for your rut”
“Perfect, then everything has been taken care of, so I can concentrate on worshipping you”
“I think so” answered Q giving a little nip to Bond´s neck, so the agent would hurry up.
The ride in the car to Q´s house had been the same as the walk from Q Branch to the DB5, uneventful and full of soft kisses to Q´s head, and massages in his sides, thighs and nape. The younger one thought the calmness would accompany them until James reached his breaking point in four and a half hours, but as anything with 007, calmness left them the moment when they arrived at Q´s house.
If Q ever dared to imagine a life with Bond in it, he always imagined the agent would be the new favourite of his cats, he had thought the cats and his agent behaved too similarly to not do a good match.
Now he realises he had miscalculated and for that he was paying now, his judgment in character had been done perfectly, Bond did have a similar behaviour to his cat, the three of them were possessive, and therefor when his cats saw him entering had run to receive him and talk to him about their days, their little meows had stopped the moment they realize he wasn’t alone and start hissing to the agent.
“Did you just hiss at my cats?”
“They started it”, tried the agent to defend himself with a pout.
“They are cats”, tried to reason the genius.
“They are,” said the blond tightening his hold of the younger´s waist.
With a big sigh the brunette knew he should be doing something quickly, for the agent had started to bruise the crook between his neck and shoulders with his chin, and the cats had started to leave little scars on his legs for they were trying to be the solely recipient of his attention with their claws.
“Alright, James, love, I need to take a shower alone, while I tend to the cats and sort the groceries for the rut,” said firmly Q, trying to dislodge himself of the embrace; James whined like a wounded animal at feeling the attempt, “you may have minor scratches but you still sweat, and smell of blood with gun powder, and I don’t want that kind of scent in my sheets” the whining continued from the agent “do it, please,” said Q accompanying his plea with little kisses in the agent’s cheek.
“Ok” gruff the agent letting go of the waist he was hugging, and letting himself be guided to Q´s bedroom bathroom.
Q used that time to tend to his cats who were finally chirping at being alone with their human; refill their feeders, clean their electric box, and gave them a grate dose of treats, pats, scratches, and kiss.
The brunet took the necessary supplies for the rut and some catnip toys to take his cats out of the room, for he was sure they were to follow him there with the intention of taking a nap with him, but for this occasion they were going to be barred from there from the foreseeable future.
The scene that greeted him only confirmed his theory of Bond´s cat-like behaviour, the agent was nude over his sheets basking in the rays of the afternoon sun with his arms extended over his head, displaying his muscles and well-toned body was making Q´s mouth water, and his bottom got wetter, the younger felt his canines starting to ache, he wanted to bite that pair of perfect globes that were Bond´s rear, he would make sure to leave the imprint of his hands in them.
His reverie was interrupted by two hissing cats that were ready to pounce on the naked Greek sculpture that was lying in his bed, so he acted quickly closing the door again and squad to calm his little babies, so they would follow obediently their toys, and he could open that door again.
“Did the little beasts retreat?” asked the agent while making grabby hands to the younger man the moment the later crossed the threshold.
“They have”, said Q walking slowly to the bed while getting out of his shoes.
“Good”
The instant the omega was near enough to be caught in the alpha’s embrace he was kissed with an inch of his life, divested expertly of his clothing and underwear, and leaving him bare to experience the skin-on-skin touch.
“Miss you” was said between kisses by Bond.
“30 minutes, James, we were only 30 minutes apart”
“I needed you”}
“No, you didn’t”
“Yes I did”
Bond was now calmer, his alpha happy to have again his mate within the premises of his sight and more importantly cage in his arms.
“Did you eat something in the kitchen?” asked Bond while cuddling up with his mate.
“Yes, I made myself a sandwich, I also made one for you, it's in the bag”
“A light snack, good boy” whispered the agent to the genius’s ear. The blond hands were massaging the brunette's tights while his mouth was giving him little kisses, all the rush of having been within each other's proximity gone making Q melt in the embrace and enjoy the proximity of his heat, “You should take a nap, now that you can, you know”.
“You think?”
“Yes, my rut will hit completely in 4 hours, we have time to take naps and eat a little bit before we concern ourselves with strenuous activity” was whispered sensually to Q´s ear.
“A nap sounds good, but would you be fine without being the centre of my attention for the time being?” whispered the younger man while starting to accommodate himself so he could melt properly over the agent tone chest, one of his hands resting in the blond pectoral and the other ghosting the well define waist.
“I will survive, I think,” said the blonde moving his hand from his mate’s thighs, to massage his back, never nearing his buttocks for he knew that the moment he touch them he would be unable to resist playing with them until having the omega wringing and begging for his cock, and that was the exact opposite of what he wanted at the moment, he wanted his mate peacefully asleep not exited and awake.
Bond knew his omega was exhausted and needed to relax if he wanted to pass a healthy rut with him, for an exhausted mate could lead to a hospital visit sooner or later in the rut or a very tired and sickly omega at the end of the rut.
“Sleep well, my love, I will guard you” said gently letting a little purr escape with his words, his alpha was happy to have his mate so near him, so plaint and marked with his scent. He also needed sleep so he let himself be drag into a light slumber, everything would be alright if his mate was within his embrace.