Pairing: James Bond/Q

Warnings: Possibly explicit sexual content, explicit language, and graphic depictions of violence. This will be updated when I know for sure.

Note: This is an idea I've had for a while, and I just wanted to write a drabble. So here we are :)

Note #2 [09/06/14]: Once a drabble, now a multi-chapter

Disclaimer: James Bond belongs to Ian Fleming. I own nothing but the plot and make no money from this story.

Chapter One

'Oh really, James, really?' Alec near-shouted when he walked into the hotel to find not just James, but a twink sitting on the bed. Said twink blushed slightly but sat up straight, chin held high, proud even when faced with a rather large rogue MI6 agent carrying multiple weapons.

'What?' James blinked, blue eyes wide and innocent. Which worked on the one-nighters James brought back all the time, but not on Alec. He'd known James too damn long.

'Did you have to pick someone up when escaping MI6?' Alec asked.

James raised an eyebrow. 'And what if he was just some guy I picked up, and you went and spilled all our secrets?'

Alec snorted and said, 'Seeing as how there are stolen, top secret documents everywhere, as well as a multitude of weapons, I'm assuming that you nicked this one from Her Majesty herself.'

James tilted his head, looked at Q, and then looked back at Alec. 'Yeah, alright; I did,' he finally admitted.

Alec sighed and dumped his bags by the door before walking closer. The boy- and really, he looked barely out of his teens- kept his eyes on Alec. The blonde paused just before him. And stared.

James' eyes were back on the documents he was reading over, and he didn't look up as he said, 'Eyes off, Alec. This one's all mine.'

'Gonna keep him, are you?' Alec questioned. 'He needs to be walked twice a day and fed at least-'

'I'm not a dog,' the boy interrupted. And dear God, his voice made him sound like he was eighteen, maybe nineteen. 'Nor am I deaf,' the boy added.

'Right,' Alec hummed, 'I really don't care.' The boy scowled. 'So come on, let's hear it,' Alec clapped his hands together. 'Who are you, where exactly in MI6 did you come from, and what did James do to convince you to run off into the sunset with him?'

James snorted. 'I didn't convince him, actually. He's the one who broke me out.'

'Really?' Alec asked. James nodded. 'Well, who are you?' he asked again.

The boy hesitated, his eyes briefly darting to James before fixing back on Alec. Finally, he said, 'You can call me Q.'

Alec stared a bit. Shifted on his feet. Stared a bit more. James counted. Five, four, three, two-

'You stole the Quartermaster?!'

James chuckled.