At one time this was going to be more than just a one-shot, but I haven't been able to continue it, and so I decided to post this much. I may continue it int he future when my current stories are finished. But for now, Enjoy!

Pushing himself up off of his bed, Q sighed a little, and ruffled up his bed head a bit. He never needed much sleep, much less than his peers, but that being said, he was never a morning person. With fuzzy eyes, he looked around his bedroom before pulling on his glasses and takes another look. "I have to do laundry tonight.." He mutters to himself before getting up and stumbling toward the bathroom to start his morning routine. After brushing his teeth, he pulled a small white case out of the closet. Suppression pills. He has enough to cover him this month but he'll need to get more from Medical.

Q sighs a little, looking up at himself in the mirror, just in his boxers for the moment. He was born an Omega, but unfortunately he was considered a bit of a throwback because of how extreme his instincts are. He's affectionate, clingy, eager to please any Alpha he's with in a personal relationship, though working relationships and such are another matter. And he likes the protective, possessive nature of Alpha's. He wants one that will protect and provide for him. Not restricting him, not coddling him away somewhere, just.. caring for him. He's never found an Alpha that had wanted to deal with him, the few that he was dating thinking he was too skinny, too ugly, too clingy, too smart. He sighs a little, shoulders sagging as he looks down at the pill box in his hand. He still has two weeks to decide whether he wants to go through his Heat, or if he wants to continue taking his suppression pills to once again push it away. Why, oh why, can't he just find an Alpha for him? /His/ Alpha?

When he started working at MI6, he thought maybe he would be able to find an Alpha there, but he was either the wrong gender for them, they didn't want to be mated, or he wasn't their type. Of course, there was one Alpha, one that he dreamed about, that he nearly drooled over every time they were in the same room together, but one that would never, ever consider Q, he was fairly sure.

007. James Bond himself. The man, the Alpha, was overwhelming. And they had an odd sort of relationship so far. Q provided Bond with his weapons, was in his ear on missions, and they had a trust when it came to Q guiding Bond through things, an easy banter between the two on missions and off. But there were more personal things as well, that frustrate him. He always has to try not to make any noises that might indicate he's begging for attention from the Alpha.

The first few months he was head of Q-Branch was a constant struggle for the Quartermaster when it came to 007. The worst parts were because Bond seemed to want to return his equipment the first thing when he came back to Headquarters. Which would be fine except for two things. Whenever Bond came in injured, Q had to stop himself from making a sound of sympathy or worry and moving closer. Still, once in a while a sound escaped his throat, and he found himself lingering closer to Bond as if he was worried the other wasn't completely alright, knowing that the double-oh probably thinks it's a bit odd but he can't help himself.

The bigger problem is when 007 comes back smelling like a woman, like one of his lovers. It doesn't matter if Q knows he was on a honeypot mission, or if it just seemed to be the result of Bond being Bond, when the agent comes into Q-branch smelling like a woman, Q has to fight back an angry growl, most of the time succeeding but sometimes it slips out from his throat, and whenever Bond smells like that, Q stays away from him, well away from him, finding himself angry and ill-tempered for no reason.

Both reactions are completely irrational and Q knows it. Q has no hold over Bond, no claim on the Alpha whatsoever, and as far as he can tell, the older man has never looked at him that way, though he was highly amused when he found out Q was an Omega. Or maybe it was just that on top of everything else.

Of course, things could not stay that way, it went along those lines for a few months, then things started to change. The most dramatic of which comes from Bond himself. It started to be that Bond would shower whenever he came back from a mission that involved him having sex with someone, before he came to Q-branch to return his things. Q noticed that even when he knew Bond had been on a honeypot mission, that he came in smelling freshly washed, and like nothing more than soap and /him/. Which made him want to purr and cuddle up against the Alpha, and put him in a much better mood. But that was the only time he showered first, meaning that he still came back bloodied and otherwise injured sometimes, worrying Q. And then it changed again. Whenever Bond came back from a mission, he would shower first, and if he was injured, he would go to Medical before coming to Q-branch.

This, of course, made for a very happy Quartermaster. Because he knew that Bond was ok if he had already been discharged from medical, and he never smelled like anything other than himself, soap, and sometime the antiseptics from medical. It put him in a much better mood more often.

After this all started to happen, Q noticed that even between missions, Bond would start hanging around Q-branch, their banter and light flirtations easy between them, and it never interfered with Q being able to do his job, so he never thought much about it. Of course, he also liked having Bond around, maybe doing his job a bit better in an effort to show off for the Alpha. It certainly didn't impede his performance any, and it did put him in a slightly better mood.

Q has never been known to take the best care of himself, sometimes missing breakfast and lunch even. He practically lived off of his earl grey, which his minions kept filled up rather faithfully. He always had at least one full meal a day, and while it's probably not the most nutritious, it keeps him going and keeps him from passing out. One day when he returns to his office, he notices that a little fridge has appeared against one wall, next to his kettle and tea-making supplies. Peeking into it, he notices a few days' worth of meals, pre-packaged into tupperware containers, and Q can't help but grin a little. Not knowing where it came from, he first questions his minions, but none of them seem to know where it comes from. Next, he looks at the CCTV footage, and while he can see two maintenance men putting in the fridge, how it got stocked is a mystery, there's no footage of it, and it intrigues Q greatly.

That happened a week ago, and Q has yet to solve the mystery. With a small sigh, he takes his suppression pill, and then goes out to dress, getting a quick breakfast, taking half of his bagel with him since he's running a little late, finishing it on the Tube and grabbing some tea from the corner shop before he heads up. Looking at the fridge, he can't help but grin a little, loving a good mystery. And so he decides to go to the one person who knows everything about everything in MI6, Eve Moneypenny.

"Good morning, Miss Moneypenny." Q says calmly as he sits down in one of the chairs across from her desk. "I wonder, would you know anything about a fridge and food that has appeared in my office?" he asks curiously as he sips his earl grey.

Eve grins a little, a bit of mischief on her face. "I have no idea, Q." She says innocently. "Although, from the sound of it, it seems like someone is trying to take care of you. At least make sure that you eat." She says with a little smile, looking rather amused.

Q blushes a little, but is rather pleased that someone would think that much of him. "Must be an Alpha. But they aren't usually so covert. Usually they want to be praised for doing something like this." he says quietly, a little confused about that point, but he feels a little thrill, to think that an Alpha cares about him enough to do something like this. Because it's not just the fridge, it's the appearance of home-cooked meals in said fridge that Q merely has to heat up. Also, the occasional phone call to his cellphone that is dead on the other end, but it snaps him out of his work and makes him realize the time, which ends up in him eating. But the calls are all from different parts of Headquarters, always from land lines, and there's no pattern to it.

Eve hums noncommittally. "Sounds like something an Alpha would do.." She says quietly, being a mated Omega herself, so she knows something about Alpha's. "I guess you just need to figure out which Alpha." She says with amusement.

Q huffs a little in annoyance. "You're no help." He says with a little pout, before he gets up. "Back to the grind, then.." He says with a smirk at Moneypenny before he turns and heads back to his office, a little surprised to see 007 waiting for him.

"007. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company so early in the morning?" Q asks calmly, taking a deep breath as normal as he heads past the agent, noticing that once again he's freshly showered, which means he was probably in the gym early in the morning, something that brought some very nice images to Q's mind.

"Why don't you have an Alpha?" Bond asks, having been going over this problem for weeks now and not being able to understand how a frankly adorable Omega like Q has managed to remain unmated.

This question catches Q completely off-guard, and he stares for a few moments at the double-oh. "I.. I'm not sure that's.." He trails off, not having a good argument against telling him, but still hesitating.

Bond frowns a little, turning toward Q more fully, leaning onto his desk. "I'm an Alpha, one that you find at least a little desirable, and you should be coming up on a Heat soon.. but you still don't have an Alpha. Why?" He asks more firmly, watching Q steadily.

Unable to look away from those piercing blue eyes, Q swallows a little, feeling compelled to answer. "I've never found one that wanted me as a mate." He finally says quietly, shifting a little. "I'm too.. affectionate, too clingy. I need more than they're willing to give. I've had an Alpha help me through my Heat once or twice, ones I was dating at the time, but.. most of the time I just take my suppressors." He says quietly as he watches the Alpha, feeling a blush creeping up his cheeks, wondering how 007 found out about his Heat cycle.

Bond looks a little surprised as he looks at Q. "Not want you?" he asks in shock, moving around to Q's chair, putting his hands on either arm of the chair to lean toward him a little. "You are the sexiest, most adorable Omega I have ever met. I've noticed how you react around me, when I come back from missions." He says quietly, leaning closer to Q, invading his personal space. "You're happier when I'm around. I see the way you glance in my direction, despite yourself it seems, when you've been particularly clever. You're seeking my approval. You get jealous when I smell of perfume or sex." he says quietly with a little smirk as he watches Q. "Don't take your suppression pills." He says the last in a soft, husky tone, shifting and lifting one hand to brush the backs of his fingers along Q's cheek gently.

The closer Bond gets, the more Q gets surrounded by his scent, and he lets out a small sound, not sure whether he wants Bond to more further away or come closer. To know that Bond noticed everything that Q was doing should have been obvious, but it's embarrassing to have it all laid out bare like that. "If I don't take my pills, I'll go into Heat." He points out quietly, but then he purrs a little and tilts his head into Bond's hand, not able to help his reaction.

Bond smirks a little at Q's reaction, and he nods a little. "I'm aware." he says quietly, before he leans in, nuzzling against Q's neck, nipping at his skin for a moment. "I'm already preparing my flat for it.." he says quietly, gripping the arms of the chair harder in an effort not to grab Q up right there. "Be my Omega, Q, and let me be your Alpha." He purrs softly in the other man's ears.

"That was a rather large assumption..." Q says quietly, struggling to keep his composure and not just jump at 007. He can't help a small whimper that comes from his throat at such attention being paid to his neck though, and he struggles not to just tilt his head back and bare his neck to the alpha in a total show of submission. "It will be something I will need to consider, please let me up, Bond." He says in his usual cool tone, congratulating himself on keeping his voice so level and in control.

Bond doesn't need any other verbal answer, he nips once more at Q's neck before he straightens up and looks down at his Quartermaster. "I would recommend you bring some things over to my flat beforehand, so we will not have to worry about.. supplies." he says as he looks Q over slowly, reaching out slowly to stroke down his cheek again for a moment. "You really are quite adorable." He says quietly with a slight smile.

Q clears his throat, straightening in his chair and then getting up so he doesn't feel so unbalanced, adjusting his cardigan, but his resolve is quickly fading, and he leans into the touch a little again, letting out a small whine, his eyes closing a little before he turns his head a little and nuzzles into the hand for a moment before he remembers himself and pulls his head away, glancing around nervously for a few moments. "This would not be the best place to discuss this, 007." he says formally, but he can't look the other man in the eye.

Bond makes a small, frustrated noise in the back of his throat, hitting a button on Q's desk which turns Q's office walls from clear to opaque, before he reaches out, grabbing Q's wrists and jerking the younger man closer to his body. "Why are you resisting this, Q? I know it's what you want, I've been watching you for months." The blonde man growls in frustration.

Q relaxes a little once he knows his minions can't see him, and he lets out a little sigh, letting out a small whine as he realizes Bond is starting to get upset. Twisting his wrists a little until Bond releases them, he then lightly rests his hands on the other man's chest, leaning forward and tentatively giving the older man's neck a little nuzzle. "I'm sorry.." He breathes quietly. "This is very much what I want.. I just never thought.. you would notice me.." he admits softly, "I thought for sure you would have an Omega, but you never smelled like one.." he says quietly, moving a little closer, making another few whining sounds in his throat intended to so the and relax the Alpha.

Despite his best intentions, Bond relaxes under the attention from the attractive Omega, and he slides his hands down to the younger man's waist. "Most Omega's don't want an Alpha that will be gone for weeks on end, possibly, or that might not come back at all." he says quietly, sliding one hand up Q's back until he can card his fingers through his thick hair. "How long do we have until your Heat?" he asks as he holds his Quartermaster close, protectively.

Q purrs a little at the attention, and he licks his lips a little. "Two weeks, max. I should be ok for the rest of this week, but next week it will become obvious that I will be entering Heat soon, and I will be attracting more attention from unattached Alpha's." he says honestly, relaxing now that he seems to have soothed Bond somewhat.

"Good. I'll take two weeks leave starting next week. Someone has to keep the other Alpha's away from you until I claim you formally." Bond says quietly with a little smirk as he looks at Q, kissing the side of his head gently. "Go on, you have work to do." He says gently, moving Q away from him slowly.

Q sighs a little, doing his best not to make any objectionable noises, but he nods, clearing his throat. "Of course." He says with a nod of his head, blushing a little and taking a deep breath before he turns back to his desk, loading things up.

Bond watches him for a few moments, before he smirks slightly. "And do try and eat lunch, I put rather a lot of effort into those meals." he says as his parting shot before he strides out of Q-branch, leaving a stunned Q behind who stares at the door for a few moments before he blushes and clears the windows of his office, getting everything settled before he heads out to the main room to work on his large screens, starting to go through his work day, and not think too much about Bond.

As it happens, Q has lunch plans with his aunt that day, feeling in much better spirits when he actually leaves for once. He's a little surprised to return to his office and see Bond once again waiting for him. "I suppose that I should get used to you showing up in my office like this, if you're serious about us being.. mated." he says slowly, the word sounding odd to his own ears, and he blushes a little as he hangs up his coat by the door.

Bond is frowning at him though. "Where were you?" he asks as he gets up and walks over toward the younger man, looking at the coat and then back at Q suspiciously.

"I went to lunch. You did say to make sure I ate, did you not?" Q points out with amusement, shaking his head a little again.

Unfortunately, when Bond gets close enough, he smells the perfume of another woman, and that makes him a little angry, growling as he grabs Q's wrists, pinning him up against the front wall, once again opaque, of his office. "Who is she?" he demands, pressing his body flush against Q's, lowering his head a little toward him and sniffing lightly. He's been tense all day thinking about someone snatching Q out from under him when he's finally so close to having what he wants.

Q gasps a little, but instead of struggling, he relaxes in Bond's grip, showing submission so as not to drive Bond into a further frenzy. He tilts his head back a little, exposing his neck a little more in another small show of submission. "I had lunch with my aunt, Bond... James." He says quietly, using the first name gently. "She's a bothersome old bat that I couldn't put off any longer. Unfortunately, she's very much the type who likes to hug and coddle you... I'm sorry, James. She isn't a threat to you." He reassures softly, remaining relaxed and pliant against the other man, keeping his voice soft and smooth, similar to the voice he uses on missions but with a more affectionate edge to it.

It takes a few moments, but finally Bond starts to relax, a small growl still in the back of his throat, his index fingers shifting to press against Q's palms, rubbing them lightly. "Aunt." he says with a little nod of his head. "Good." he says before he considers. "You keep a change of clothes in your locker?" he asks in what may seem like a sudden change of subject.

"Yes, but I don't see how that's rel-" Q starts, but then he's pulled back from the office wall, and Bond half-drags him toward the door.

"You're going to shower, and change, so I can't smell her offensive perfume on you. I'm already on edge, I don't need that bloody well stabbing my senses." Bond explains as he keeps one arm around the younger man, starting to lead them out of Q-branch.

"Bond! 007! I cannot.. I have work to do!" Q objects, but then again he doesn't stop following Bond out of the office, glancing at his minions, he sighs and gives up. "I'll be back in an hour. R, you're in charge until I get back." He calls over his shoulder as he's dragged out of Q-branch, a few of them understanding what's going on, and there may or may not be some money exchanging hands as well.

Bond doesn't say anything else as he leads Q through the corridors, taking the long way down so no one sees them, shaking his head a little as he considers things, not remembering ever having been this volatile about an Omega before. Finally, they reach the showers and locker room, and only then does Bond relax a little, finding Q's locker by scent. "Go on." he finally urges, straddling the bench to look at him.

"Right." Q says, a little shaken but pleased by Bond's behavior. He unlocks his locker and gets out a small bag and a towel, glancing over at Bond before blushing and turning to quickly head into the shower, not seeing the smirk on Bond's face.

Q turns the water on hot, smiling a little as he strips down in the little hall, examining what toiletries he stores there and noting that he needs to replace some of the items before he gets under the water and scrubs himself until his skin is pink, washing himself and his hair. Trying to be quick and thorough about it, he makes sure that he's clean before he shuts the water off. Only then does it occur to him that 007, the Alpha he has been drooling over for months, is about to see him shirtless. Well, perhaps it's for the best, then he will know just how skinny Q is, how very different he is than the older agent. He's not muscular, he's pale and skinny and while he may look alright in his shirt and cardigan, it's quite a different matter to see him like he is now. Well, best to get it over with before he's in heat and James does something stupid like mark him before getting a good look at him.

Feeling supremely self-conscious, Q dries himself off the best he can, settling his glasses on his face again before he wraps the towel around his waist and gathers up his dirty clothes, before he heads back out.

Bond is waiting where he was left, a little impatient, but he relaxes when he sees Q come out, smirking at his state of dress before he starts to look him over slowly. "You really are beautiful.." he says quietly in awe as he watches the other man, licking his lips before he stands, waiting for Q to put his new clothes on the bench and his old clothes into a duffel he apparently keeps for just that sort of thing. Once he's finished, Bond slips an arm around Q's bare waist, leaning in and nuzzling against his neck, giving him a light stubble burn along his neck and shoulder, also effectively scenting him. "Mmm.. you smell much better now.." he says quietly, placing a soft kiss on his shoulder before he pulls back and leans in, finally kissing Q softly on the lips.

Shyly, Q watches Bond out of the corner of his eye until he's pulled close to the double-oh, then he shudders a little and whimpers at the nuzzling and scenting, feeling quite elated at this sort of treatment. "I have the same thought whenever you come to Q-branch, freshly showered. I really should get dressed, though, it's a bit chilly down here." He admits with a small shiver, goosebumps rising across his arms.

Bond pulls back immediately, rubbing Q's arms and he nods quietly. "Of course, I'm being selfish. Lets get you dressed and get you a good cup of earl grey to warm you up." He says with a little smile, stepping back so that Q can get dressed, starting with boxers that he slides on under the towel before shyly removing it, swiftly dressing in the other clothes he leaves in case he needs them, toweling off his hair a little more before he sighs. "My hair is going to look ridiculous." He warns, grabbing a brush and running it through it briefly before shaking his head.

"You can't possibly look more ridiculous than you normally do." Bond teases, relaxed again and he chuckles, running his hands through his hair before he leans forward and kisses him again, a little more firmly this time, giving the younger man a chance to respond.

An exasperated sigh is given that turns into a small purr when Bond's hand goes through Q's hair. And then the kiss, the wonderful kiss that Q responds to eagerly, letting it linger before he remembers where they are, and he pulls away, blushing a little. "We should get back." he says slowly as he closes his locker, adjusting his hold on his duffel bag, and adjusting his glasses for a few moments.

"Of course." Bond says before he guides Q out and back toward his office, where he finally lets the younger man do some work. He remains there, but that's not unusual even before recent developments, and the minions are used to his presence, a few paces behind and to the side of their overlord like a silent bodyguard. Which in this case is not so far from the truth.

When it starts to stretch into evening, and Bond gets a little bored, he steps forward with a little smirk, resting his hand on Q's waist. "I think I'm going to go home now.. Get some things from your flat and bring them over tonight. I'll cook." he offers, speaking quietly into Q's ear, and he deftly slips a key into Q's pants pocket where his hand was resting on his waist. "And don't make me come back and kidnap you." He says with a little smirk, placing a kiss on Q's shoulder before he withdraws.

Q jumps a little in surprise at the touch, then he shivers, leaning back ever so slightly, closer to the comforting scent. His cheeks tinge pink a bit at Bond's words, and he nods a little, glancing over his shoulder at the double-oh. "Alright." He says quietly before he turns back to his work and tries to finish things up. It takes him another few hours, but around 7 he finally escapes and leaves Q-branch to R, glancing at his cellphone only to discover that Bond texted him his address.

It doesn't take him long to get home on the Tube, texting Bond when he gets to his own flat to let him know he'll be on his way as soon as he gets a bag together. He's a bit shocked to realize how easily he's fell into obeying whatever the Alpha wants from him, but he grins a little, secretly thrilled that Bond wants him enough to be a little more aggressive in his desires, as well as a bit more domineering than most feel comfortable with. And more than any of Bond's previous partners, most likely. At least, that's what the Omega tells himself to make himself feel a little bit better. Afterall, if he had found an Omega who liked this side of him and had wanted it, surely he would have been mated by now?

Q hums happily to himself as he decides to pack a small suitcase instead of just an overnight bag, taking some of his extra things to leave at Bond's place for when his Heat comes. He knows that what he said might confuse Bond, about why no one has wanted him as their Omega, since he's not particularly cuddly or anything at work, but he can't help how much more relaxed he is at home, which brings out a different side of him. He just hopes it doesn't change Bond's opinion of him. It would be cruel for Fate to play such a trick on him. Finally happy with the clothes, and the pajamas, that he has in his bag, he can't help but grab his Scrabble mug as well, grinning before he picks up the suitcase and his laptop bag of course, locking his apartment up tight before he heads downstairs, looking at the address on his cellphone and trying to figure out if he should take a taxi or go back to the tube station.

"Going somewhere?" A deep, familiar voice sounds from the street, and there stands 007, leaning back against his Aston Martin, arms crossed over his chest, watching Q with a little smirk.

Looking up with wide, surprised eyes, Q smiles shyly as he sees the Alpha, slowly changing direction to head towards him. "You didn't have to come and pick me up. I would have made it.." he says softly, but he seems pleased as he gets closer to the Alpha, putting down his suitcase next to the car, which he looks over slowly.

Bond looks rather amused, but still pleased that Q came to him so easily. He reaches out, grasping Q's chin gently to turn his head back to him, wanting the Omega's attention on him. "If I didn't come and get you, the food would be stone cold." He notes as he watches the younger man, before leaning in and giving him a deep, demanding kiss, hand sliding into his hair and drawing him closer for a moment. When he finally pulls away, he sighs a little, happily. "Bloody hell I have been wanting to do that all day." he says with a light growl behind his words, rubbing the back of Q's neck for a moment, and up into his hair a little.

Q can't do anything but return the kiss, not that he wants to do anything else. By the end of the kiss he's practically purring at the attention he's receiving, leaning his head back into the hand for a brief moment. "We should go before the food is cold." He says reluctantly, licking his lips a little before he shifts forward to lean against Bond for a moment, his head going into the crook of the older man's neck, nuzzling there and taking in his scent.

Pleased, Bond hums softly as he holds Q to him for a moment, finally forcing him back. "Later." he promises, before he opens the boot and puts the suitcase in before he guides Q to the passenger's door, holding it for him before he goes to the driver's side, starting up the car and pulling swiftly out into traffic.

Q really is purring softly now as he gets into the car, surrounded by the Alpha's scent, rubbing his cheek against the back of the chair for a moment. "How long were you waiting?" he finally asks as he turns his head to watch Bond.

"Ten minutes or so, don't worry." Bond soothes, reaching out and taking Q's hand in his, rubbing his thumb over the back of it gently as he continues to drive one handed, releasing Q's hand only when they come on his building, and pulls swiftly into the parking garage.

Getting out, Bond takes the suitcase out of the boot, keeping it away from Q's grasping hands, swatting at the younger man with a stern look, before he guides him up to his flat. Once inside, he disappears into a room with the suitcase, coming back out without it. "Make yourself at home." he says before he points. "Should be a hanger for your coat there, shoes beside the door." he says as he toes off his own shoes, slipping out of his suit jacket and removing his tie before he rolls up his sleeves and returns to the kitchen.

Q is too intrigued not to follow, slipping out of his shoes and jacket, hanging up the coat before he trails after Bond to the kitchen, standing in the doorway to watch him, looking around the fairly modern kitchen before he smirks a little, slipping to lean back against one of the counters in a place that looks out of the way but allows him to see Bond well.

James doesn't seem to mind, smirking a little as he looks over at his Omega. Not his yet, he reminds himself, emphasizing the 'yet', knowing that he will be. Stirring the sauce on the stove, he pauses and then picks up his spoon, dipping it in the sauce a little before he brings it over to Q. "Let me know what you think." he says as he cups his free hand under the spoon, before he presses the white sauce closer to Q's mouth.

With a little hum, Q looks at the sauce, sniffing it lightly before he opens his mouth, tasting the sauce and licking his lips slowly. "It's good." He praises quietly, licking his lips again before he says, "Haven't you tasted it yourself?" He asks, moving away from the counter a little to lean closer to James.

Putting the spoon aside, James returns to Q, leaning in and kissing him deeply, swiping his tongue over the Omega's lower lip, his kiss turning a little ravenous for a moment before he breaks it slowly. "You're right.. delicious.." He growls, his hands resting on Q's hips gently.

Q whines softly when the kiss breaks and he licks his lips a little before pressing closer to Bond, slipping his arms around the Alpha's waist, leaning in to give his jaw a light nip, then nuzzle at his neck a little, feeling himself relax under Bond's attentions, his true nature coming out. All he wants to do is curl up in his Alpha's arms, and he even thinks that he wouldn't mind being fed.

A little growl is given, and James tightens his hold on Q briefly before setting the younger man back and away from him. "I have to finish the food, and we need to eat." he says in a firm tone before he returns to the stove, pulling out two plates and putting food on them, putting a slightly larger portion for Q than for himself since the younger man seems to be too skinny for his own good.

Sighing a little, the young Omega just nods a little, reluctantly releasing Bond and stepping back, wandering until he finds the wine that the older man left out, and he pours them both a glass, helpfully bringing everything over to the small little table that he has, humming a little as he does it, trying to please his Alpha by being helpful. And if he happens to brush against Bond here or there, or if he has to lean against him for a moment, then that's all for the best.

Eventually, they get the food to the table, and Q sits down, looking at James curiously for a few moments as he brings over some bread, waiting until the older man sits down before he picks up his utensils, looking down at his chicken alfredo. "Where did you learn to cook?" He asks as he starts to eat, humming happily. "It's.. very good.. you are going to have to tell me how you snuck past the security cameras to refill my fridge, though." he says with a little grin, now realizing that all the homemade food was from 007.

James chuckles quietly, but still he seems pleased at the praise. "I think I'll leave that as a mystery for you to figure out." He says with amusement. "I have lived by myself for a long time, Q. I learned to cook for myself. And since I sometimes have very little to do in between missions, so I worked on my cooking skills." he says with a small shrug. "I find it to be very therapeutic." He muses as he starts to eat, watching Q closely.

With a little smile, Q licks some sauce away from his lips, watching James and leaning forward on the table a little, only to snatch up a piece of bread. "From someone who has been benefitting from your skill for a week, I have to say that it's been worth it." he says as he looks at James, smiling shyly as he picks up his glass and looks down at the wine inside before he takes a drink.

The rest of the dinner passed quietly, James watching Q quite often, while the younger man only gave little glances up at the Alpha, feeling a little shy as he finishes his food, finishing his wine and smiling a little when James refills his glass. "Are you trying to get me drunk?" he asks curiously. "Not everyone can drink like a fish." he says with a little bit of amusement.

James hmmms and gets up, clearing away the dishes and swiftly putting portions in more little tupperware containers before he returns to the table. "No, I'd rather you be completely lucid.. Tea, instead?" He offers, taking the glass from Q's hold, pouring it into his own glass before putting the wine away.

"That would be lovely." Q says before he gets up. "Where's your kettle? I can make it." he says quietly, feeling a little useless just sitting there.

James motions to the kettle, not minding giving up the making of tea to his Omega. "You don't mind people knowing that you're my Omega at work, but you don't want a lot of openly displayed affection, do I understand that correctly?" he asks as he watches Q move around the kitchen.

"Yes. I am aware that I am likely the youngest Quartermaster that MI6 has seen in decades. I worked hard to reach my position, and I do not want them thinking that I can so easily be distracted by a double-oh Alpha." Q says quietly as he looks over at James, blushing a little. "And you can be very distracting. No doubt you would be if I gave you free reign." He says quietly, then gasps, finding himself suddenly pinned back against the counter, staring into the sky-blue eyes of a suddenly very aggressive double-oh.

James growls a little as he presses himself flush up against Q. "You won't be distracted by /any/ Alpha.." He murmurs, then he lowers his head, nuzzling into Q's neck, feeling irrationally possessive. "Only me." He says quietly against his neck, putting one hand between Q's shoulder blades to pull the smaller man close, so their chests are flush. "You're mine, Q. And you /will/ give me free reign." he growls softly, lifting his head to give Q a searing kiss, unable to prevent these outbursts of possessiveness when he hasn't been able to claim the young man as his yet.

Whimpering a little, the younger Omega squirms, hands braced on the counter behind him before he slides his arms around James to hold him close, responding to his kiss eagerly. "Yes.. I'm yours, James.." he whispers soothingly, remaining relaxed in his arms, letting one of his hands slide up through the older man's hair. "You will have free reign, but don't my wishes count for anything?" He asks softly with a little pout.

Apparently something about that snaps James out of his possessive anger and soothes him. He relaxes, his need to care for his Omega and make him happy makes the double-oh nod a little. "Of course it does, love.." he reassures, stroking Q's cheek gently. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply that I didn't care what you wanted. I do. I just know another Alpha could steal you from me, still.. until I mark you." he says quietly, giving Q a few more soft, caring kisses, feeling the other relax even more in his arms, and he continues kissing him slowly and lovingly for a few moments before he breaks it slowly. "Your tea should be ready.." he murmurs softly, stroking Q's side for a moment before he moves away, going to retrieve his wine glass as he takes a few moments to just breathe, thinking over his preparations and smiling.

Watching Q prepare his tea, Bond finally speaks up again. "So, are you a traditionalist? Do you want to wait for sex until your Heat? Do you want to maintain separate flats? I don't spend a lot of time here anyway..." He says thoughtfully as he looks around.

Q finishes making his tea and he laughs softly at Bond's sudden questions, blushing a little as he looks over at the older man, walking over closer to him again to enjoy his scent. "I don't mind having sex without my Heat.. It would certainly help cement your claim on me.. I don't want to be marked before my Heat.. I've heard it rather hurts a lot, but the pheromones and everything from Heat drown it out.." He admits thoughtfully as he sips his tea. He considers keeping a separate flat from James, lets that idea slip through his mind, and he immediately rejects it, letting a small whimper out as he puts aside his tea, then slips over to James, sliding his long arms around the other man's waist, burying his face into the base of his neck.

"Hey.. hey..." Bond says in surprise, putting aside his wine to put both arms around the small frame of his Omega, stroking his back with one hand, the other sliding through those riotous curls, massaging the back of his head gently for a few moments. He may be pants at relationships, but he knows a distressed Omega when he sees one. "It's ok.. what is it, Q?" He asks in a gentle tone as he attempts to soothe the younger man.

"I don't want to live apart from you.. Can.. can I move in here? Or.. we could find a different flat, one that would be just ours." Q offers, whimpering slightly as he clings to Bond, not wanting to be rejected, nuzzling his neck a little and pressing close against the other man.

With a small smile and a nod, Bond makes a small, almost growling tone deep in his chest, something he's found to be soothing for other Omega's he's been with. He continues to hold Q, starting to pull him backwards toward the couch. "Shh.. of course we can.." he soothes quietly as he looks at Q. "You can move in with me, then after your Heat, we can start looking at flats, whenever I'm home." he soothes, loving this cuddly, clingy side of Q. Finally, he sits down on the couch, chuckling a little when Q follows him down, helping the younger man settle into his lap. Gently, he starts kissing along his neck and shoulder, soft brushes of his lips against soft skin, hums of appreciation being given as he strokes Q's back, one hand moving around to undo his cardigan and slip it off of him so that he can feel Q easier through his clothes.

Q clings to him a little, and he nuzzles into his neck, taking deep breaths of his scent, only moving long enough to get his cardigan and tie off. "I'm sorry.." he finally says softly as he goes back to clinging to Bond.

"Sorry for what, love?" Bond asks, not realizing the 'love' that slipped out of his mouth, stroking Q's back still slowly, before starting to pull his shirt out of his pants, just to be able to get his warm, calloused hands against Q's lean, lithe back.

"I'm.. clingy. Too affectionate. I've always been told that I smother Alpha's." Q murmurs quietly, sounding worried and finally pulling back, adjusting his glasses a little before looking shyly into Bond's eyes.

James chuckled a little and shook his head slowly. "Oh.. You don't have to apologize or any of that, Q." he soothes, leaning in and kissing those lovely lips a few times until he feels the younger man relax again. "I quite like this side of you, Q. It's nice to know you feel comfortable. I like knowing what you need. Here, behind closed doors, you can be whoever you want, Q." he says softly as he strokes his back slowly, hands slipping under his shirt to rub his bare back. "If you need to be close to me, then I am more than pleased to provide that. If you need my arms around you, my lips against your skin, I'm sure you can find a way to persuade me." he soothes quietly, stroking the skin of the younger man's back before he leans in and kisses Q's lips lovingly, breaking away to slowly kiss down and along his jaw to his neck.

This, more than anything, sends a thrill through Q, and he hums his appreciation of the attention, returning the kiss happily before he tangles his hand in Bond's short cropped hair, pulling his head back before leaning down a bit, slightly taller than James from his position on the other man's lap. He kisses James passionately, shifting restlessly as he tries to press closer without making the double-oh uncomfortable.

A small moan is given into the kiss when Q squirms closer to him, and James continues to stroke the younger man's back, finally breaking the kiss with a gentle hand on the back of Q's head. "Don't worry, I plan to take full advantage of you, but not tonight, Q. This is enough for tonight." he says quietly as he holds him, placing a soft kiss on his shoulder before he murmurs, " Why don't we get ready for bed? I left your suitcase in the bedroom, and I made room for your clothes in my closet and wardrobe." He notes, waiting for Q to get up before he gets up as well, leading the Omega toward the bedroom.

Once again Q is feeling a little shy, being in 007's bedroom. Looking around, he takes note of the dark, soothing colors, the plush carpet and comfortable bedding. Finally, he sees his suitcase and goes over to it, digging around for a moment to find his pajama bottoms, pulling out some of the shirts and such to hang them in the closet, noting that Bond had moved his things to the side to make room for another person's items, making Q blush a little.

While Q is taking care of his own things, Bond collects his pajama bottoms from his drawers and steps into the attached bathroom to wash up and change. When he comes out, he leans against the doorway to watch Q approaching the set of drawers hesitantly, not sure if he should just go through them.

"The two drawers on the bottom are empty." James says quietly, smirking as he watches the younger man stiffen a little in surprise.

Q sighs a little, putting his clothes away in the bottom two drawers before he stands with his pajamas in hand, turning to face James and not able to keep himself from staring a little. The man was muscular, and somewhat scarred, small ones and big ones. Slowly, Q is drawn in, taking a few slow steps toward the Alpha, watching his arms drop so that Q can see his chest better. When he finally reaches the double-oh, he reaches out slowly, resting his hand against the bare, warm skin of his chest, trailing his fingers down, touching scars here or there, before he jerks his hand back in surprise as he realizes what he was doing. "S-sorry." He says quietly, embarrassed and peeking up at Bond from beneath his long eyelashes.

Bond chuckles, taking Q's hand in his to press it over his heart gently. "Don't apologize." he murmurs quietly, before he adds, "You can touch me whenever you want, Q.. Go on, get changed.." he says as he moves out of the doorway, leaning in to kiss the younger man slowly before pulling away with a little chuckle. "Go on." He urges him, before going over to fold the covers down and slip under them.

Hurrying into the bathroom with his toiletry kit and such, Q changes into his t-shirt and pajama bottoms, not so confident with himself to go walking around shirtless. After brushing his teeth and such, Q comes back out, looking at his Alpha, stretched out so confidently on the bed, knowing how attractive he is. Still not believing his good luck, the younger Omega strides over to the bed and slips his glasses off, putting them on the end table before slipping into bed.

"Don't you ever wear contacts?" Bond asks, rolling onto his side to examine his Omega, running a hand through those riotous curls as he finally gets a good look of his eyes without the glasses in the way.

Q hmmms a little, and he cuddles up against Bond, closing his eyes for a moment since he's very blind without his glasses. "Not really. The few times I've tried them, they've irritated my eyes, and before you ask, I refuse to risk my sight by attempting something like Lasik." He says with a small shudder. "What's wrong with my glasses?" He asks, pouting a little.

The double-oh can't resist, kissing the pout right off of Q's face, before he pulls the covers up over them both, and turns off the bedside lamp. "Nothing is wrong with them.. I just like seeing your beautiful eyes." he admits honestly, closing his eyes a little. "now go to sleep."

"Yes, my Alpha." Q mumbles quietly, already half asleep, cuddled against the other man, the ups and downs of the day having taken it out of him.