No idea if you're still taking prompts, but if you are, can I get some more vampire!fic, but with Bond as the vampire this time? And Q as a human? And preferably some vampire!Bond nomming on Q's lovely neck? Please? And thanks!
“Nomming” must be the greatest description of this I have ever seen. It made me crack up.
“You're tickling me”, Q mumbled, hitting James’ hand as it tried to wander down lower than his hip bones.
The other gave a low chuckle and did it again, blowing air on Q’s pulse point, nosing down it to his throat and adam’s apple, on which he blew a kiss.
Q blinked once or twice, looking down at him as there was the lightest scrape of sharp teeth over his skin. Not breaking, nor hurting or doing any damage, but it was enough in his eyes and made Q breathe out nervously.
This was his first time. He didn’t know what to expect nor how it would feel, or why he had agreed to do this the first place, but he had little choice now that they were about to do it.
Not having sex, they had gone past that point in their weird, dysfunctional relationship very early.
In fact, that had been how they had started. With sex, heated kisses, moans and cries, fingers scratching over skin and James driving Q mad. He had managed to do what no one had done before, making Q loose control and like it, even enjoy it and want to do it again.
There was something about James which shouldn’t be real, and from the very beginning on he had known why, but not accepted it. How could he? It wasn’t logical. It shouldn’t be real and yet it was.
M had told him, but he hadn’t believed her, obviously. He would like to see the person who accepted and believed it immediately without laughing or backing off slowly, not to keen on conversating with a mental-ward patient on the run.
One flash of fangs, a sparkle of eyes so blue it was shocking, later, and Q knew that he had been wrong. So stupidly and embarrassingly wrong.
“I can always go on the hunt outside, if you want”, James mumbled against Q’s pulse point, probably knowing which effect he would cause
The light increase of the rhythm, Q’s heart racing, nervosity making him squirm over and over again. The bed seemed too uncomfortable, out of a sudden, far too hard and in the next moment far too soft.
This was stupid. It would get him killed. Trust was the basis of a relationship, of every relationship as weird as it might be, yet he wasn’t sure if he trusted James with his life and with that.
“Some centuries ago, vampires took mates”, James said quietly, either ignoring Q’s silence or not being too surprised by it. His voice was calming, a bit comforting even. “They were humans, and while some vampires took more than one mate at a time, most stuck to one. A tiny human being, a blink of an eye, capable of turning into a vampire’s worst nightmare.”
“Why?”, Q asked, breathing out softly.
“They became attached. The vampires I mean.” James gave a low chuckle. “They got used to the blood of their mate and couldn’t drink anything else, no other blood as sweet and delicious as the mate’s. Humans fade away. They grow old and die, and then the vampire dies too.”
Now that was confusing and Q made a gesture with his hand as if to convince James to keep on talking. His nervosity was forgotten, and his curiosity woken up. He wanted to know.
It would certainly affect him.
“The vampire can’t drink any other blood, and we need it to survive. The human dies, what do you think happens?”
“There is no blood left you could drink.”
James nodded. “We could drink another human’s blood, but it would be disgusting. It would be like swallowing acid, or sipping on chemicals. Burning in the throat, and so…” He shivered. “Wrong. The vampire could, but on the other hand he couldn’t.”
Q tried to sit up but James pushed him down again, gently but firmly. “Are you saying that you want to take me as your mate, and that you will die once I do?”
James nodded. “That’s the plan, yes.” He smirked. “I knew you’d catch up on it.”
“But… I’ll die one day and then you’ll die. How can you honestly want something like that?”
The agent shrugged, kissing Q’s pulse point again. The younger man gave a whimper as he felt fangs, poking against his skin. James was testing him, that bastard.
This idiotic, charming bastard.
“I never wanted to”, James admitted, voice gone deeper by an octave, “I never wanted to become attached to someone, and only once I considered it. She…” He trailed off, his glance distant as he looked up into Q’s eyes again. “She died before I could. Now I have you and I don’t want to make the mistake of waiting for too long. People I associate with usually die.”
The comment was on Q’s tongue already, but he swallowed it down. He wet his lips and hesitated, before laying his head back and offering his throat to the agent to bite into.
“Are you sure?”, James asked, worry in his eyes.
Q nodded. “Just get through with it, you idiot.”
James grinned and bared his teeth, fangs white and perfectly clean as he pushed them into Q’s neck, breaking his skin.
Q moaned and his eyes went wide, fingers digging into James’ shoulders. He didn’t know how it felt like, he wasn’t sure if it hurt, was pleasant or painful. It burnt, that was the first thing he noticed.
There was something wet running down his neck, blood he figured. Blood would make sense, actually, since he felt James moan against his skin. His grip tightened around Q’s waist, pulling him closer.
It was quite pleasant, after the first moment of pain. He felt James suck softly and it wasn’t that different from the times James had left hickeys on his skin, only that it was a timy bit disturbing to know that he was sucking out Q’s blood.
Slowly, but steadily, and the more he drank the weaker Q felt. He actually was sure that he would fall asleep would James suck longer, but as if James could read his mind he drew away, looking into Q’s eyes with his own lust-blown ones.
A bit of blood ran down his lips over his chin, leaving a trail of red behind.
James licked over his lips and gave a low growl, reaching a hand up to brush some wisps of hair out of Q’s face. Covering the wound on Q’s neck for a moment only to lift his hand to his mouth, licking the new blood off his fingers and palms.
“James…”, Q began almost shyly, whispering because he wasn’t capable of more at the moment. He felt so weak, so tired…
James hummed and lowered his head again to lick over Q’s neck, drawing a quiet moan from the younger man. A spark of arousal heated up in his lower belly, and he pushed his hips up as James’ fingers brushed the bulge in his trousers.
“So getting bitten turns you on?”, James asked with a husky voice, chuckling at Q’s whine of desperation. “Anything else you want to tell me now that I have you here like that?”
Q mumbled something and curled against James’ side, just too tired to care about anything. James stroked his hair, nails scraping along his scalp. The noise Q made was like a purr, coming from thr depth of his throat.
“Sleep now, my love”, James whispered softly, turning Q’s head gently. He still was bleeding, the scent of his blood rising into James’ nose, making his nostrils flare.
The vampire inhaled deeply before he licked over the wound, watching it heal slowly, skin growing back together, blood flow stopped. Instead of a wound, there were two marks on Q’s skin, two dots.
James smiled, before he closed his eyes, content to listen to his mate’s breath and heartbeat.
Q wasn’t his mate yet, one bite wasn’t enough. Scent-marking, regular biting, it would take some time, but James had all time of the world, and soon Q would have it too.
