#vampire!q

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: James Bond (Craig Movies) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James Bond/Q Characters: James Bond, Q (James Bond) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, werewolf!bond, Vampire!Q, oh my god they were roommates, soft because I want it to be, not proofread because I'm tired Series: Part 2 of After Midnight Summary:

It was obvious, really, to a man with Bond’s perception. Late nights, drinks he wouldn’t share, secretive, ridiculously precise diction. Not to mention the pale skin. Of course Q was a vampire.

It didn’t change the fact that  Bond found him irresistible on every conceivable level. But, he supposed, that was part of the package with vampires - preternatural allure.

He still pursued the boffin, still bedded him, still pulled him to his chest as they lay panting after.

And it was then - and only then - that he realized.

“You don’t actually need to breathe, do you?” he peered at Q through the gloom.

“Um, no. Not as such.”

“Why are you, then?”

“It...puts humans at ease, the more I mime the processes of your biology.”

“Don’t.” Bond said, gently. “I want to know you as you are.”

Q went completely still, the only thing that gave him away was the gleam of his eyes as he tracked Bond’s movements. Ever the hunter.

Bond ran his hand over Q’s pale chest, waiting for a twitch of muscle, an involuntary breath, but none came. He blew across Q’s nipple, but it didn’t rise in response.

“No autonomic responses at all?” he pinched said nipple, just to be sure, and Q shifted, slightly, and took a shallow breath.

“Not... zero, precisely. But very diminished.”

“Fascinating.” Bond grinned up at Q as he laid his ear over Q’s silent heart. 

Q chuckled and shook his head. “Most people would say it’s unnerving.”

What's better suited as a Christmas present than angst, vampires and dying partners?

xx xx

James still remembered how they met. He only didn’t know how many years ago that happened, probably a few hundred, more or less. Time passed in a rush; in the blink of an eye, the Middle Ages were over – thankfully, technology was introduced into the human life and homosexuality was a hot topic. In the blink of an eye, houses became ruins. People died, children grew up, and they had to move on again.

Through all this time, James had never been able to express his gratitude for Q’s company.

The boy had been younger than him by only fifty years, and turned when he was eighteen. Next to James, he looked like a child, so innocent, so naive, that their victims never suspected anything of him until Q’s fangs were in their necks. His intelligence combined with his sarcasm made him the perfect companion, one James could not live without.

It had been a dancing ball. At first James didn’t notice him, but once he did, it was love at first sight. He saw the slender form, the well-formed buttocks and the beautiful eyes, and found himself the victim of a craving and desire he had not known before, not even with Vesper. She was the reason he had been there, the reason he met Q.

And now, she was the reason he was losing him.

Bond wanted to kill him. Every nerve, every cell in his body screamed at him to plunge his stake deep into the vampire’s chest. He had trained, for two decades to become the lethal hunter he is now, but none of his training had prepared him for this. A vampire, and a hunter, partners. It was absurd to think that Bond was protecting him. But by the looks of him, he needed it. He was scrawny, pale and weak. The entire journey back to the MI-6 paranormal HQ, Bond had time to mull over why this young vampire, who apparently liked to be called Q because his full name is embarrassing, would want to sell out his own kind and why he hates then so much. Bond knew he could just ask him. After all, he had agreed to give him immunity, but Bond preferred to ponder it on his own. And he wasn’t exactly up for a chit-chat session with a vampire. However apparently, Q was.

“I’m surprised you haven’t started dumping shit tonnes of questions on me. I thought you’d want to start immediately.”

Bond gave an irritated grunt in reply. Q didn’t hear the warning. With a small giggle and a little skip in the snow, he continued on.

“I’ve got to admit, I’m a little shocked. I thought that stake was going in my chest no matter what I said.”

Bond curled his fingers into fists. Why him? Why did this vampire had to choose him to bargain with?

“Because I saw you. I really saw you.” Q whirled around and threw his hands up in defence, never breaking stride. “Don’t worry; I was a shocked as you are. I saw in you that you had the heart, and the brains, to trust me.”

A deep sick feeling settled in Bond’s gut. He hated that the vampire could read him. Mentally, he threw up his protective walls he’d been trained to use against a vampire’s telepathy. Q just grinned. But something else nagged at Bond. A vampire could read anyone’s mind, but it took a lot to read one’s heart. Bond hadn’t met this vampire before, so the question of ‘how’ still swirled like a lazy breeze through his mind. He changed the subject.

“So how are they doing it? Walking in the light?” Q sighed and stopped for half a beat so that he now walked side by side with Bond. His long thin fingers shoved deep inside his ratty threadbare trousers that were now so small they exposed the skin of his ankles. The cold didn’t bother him so he couldn’t bring himself to mind much.

“I don’t know.” He replied simply. Obviously, that wasn’t what Bond wanted to hear.

 Bond stopped mid step. “What!? You don’t know how? What they hell are we protecting you for then?” Q just giggled at his incredulous expression and turned to face him.

“I don’t know how they’re doing it. But I know who is doing it. And that is a valuable piece of information my friend.”

“I’m not your friend.” Bond’s face twisted with an indignant expression. Q frowned, rather displeased.

“Fine. My acquaintance then.” The Hunter seemed to accept that and kept walking. They were close now. Bond couldn’t wait until he could dump this vampire off to M and have him deal with it. Bond just wanted to sleep. 17 hours straight spent in almost below zero conditions was enough to make even the best of hunters worn down. His hunts had been extended so drastically because of the light walkers. So you can imagine his desperation to put an end to this stupidity. Sparkly vampires? Bond could almost laugh. Almost.  

Q opened his mouth to speak again when a huge black building shaped like a shoe box loomed up in the distance.  In no time, they were there. Bond was punching in his security code into the small pad to the left of two thick metal doors. Q could smell the vervain running through the veins of every centimetre of the place. Q fiddled with his hands, shoving them in and out of his pockets over and over waiting for Bond’s retinal scan to finally let him through. A tingle of nerves zipped through him at the huge doors slid open. Bond didn’t even glance back at Q before he entered into the gloomy building ahead. He didn’t need to, Q was right behind him.

To be fair, Q didn’t know what he expected. But seriously, this place was bland. Just a bunch of plain featureless halls twisting this way and that with a few doors peppered along the walls every now and then. Bond had ordered him to stay close the entire time in case they came across another hunter. The chance, he assured him was slim. They would all be in one place that night. Q had felt a little reassured until Bond had mentioned that they would all be in the place they were headed. Joy. Finally, they reached a red wooden door at the end of one of the boring corridors. Bond turned to him then.

“I’m going to open this door. Stay behind me and don’t say a word until you’re allowed to.”

“When will I know I will be allowed to speak?” Bond’s only reply was turning his back on Q and twisting the door knob. Q gulped. As soon as the door was swung open, Q understood why Bond had wanted Q behind him. His huge imposing figure blocked Q not only from the approximately twenty hunters in the room beyond but also the artificial sun light. He now understood why they were all so tanned. Dressed in complete black clothing from the neck to the toe, the hunters all congregated in a large room with a huge screen showing surveillance at the opposite end of the door. From huge bright lights on the ceiling, UV rays were showered down into the room and bathed the hunters in security. Well, this did put quite a kink in things.

Peering over the huge hunters shoulder, he could see a few hunters glancing up at Bond standing on the threshold of the door. There were no cries of alarm, no shouts of ‘VAMPIRE!’ At least, that was until Bond turned abruptly, roughly grabbed Q’s shoulder and threw him into the room. The UV rays worked instantly on his exposed skin. Huge patches of burning flesh began to bubble and sizzle. Q hissed and screamed and desperately tried to claw his way back to the safety of dark cool corridor. During his vain struggles, he became faintly aware of the hunters pulling out stakes, rosemary beads, garlic and holy water. His favourite beverage.

(Also: “That was a great 00Q Vampire AU! Would you mind writing a follow up, maybe Q and Bond going out on a full moon night together?”

and

“Loving Vampire!Q, would you write anything more in that ‘verse?”

and

“pleaaaase I nees more vampire!Q werewolf!Bond")

Mmh this is too much fun. And glad the little bit of Moneypenny was enough, I feared you’d be disappointed anon.

xxxx

“Are you sure that will end well?”, Q asked as he leant against the doorframe, watching James strip.

It was a sight he was used to by now, because typically for a werewolf they liked to walk around naked much to anyone’s horror, because how was Q supposed to work from home when he had a naked James sprawled out over him possessively?

Ah, the possessiveness of a werewolf over his mate. It didn’t matter if the mate was older and in certain aspects stronger than the werewolf, in James’ eyes he was a damsel in distress which needed to be saved and protected from any kind of threat.

A bird for example, Q would never let that one down.

“Why shouldn’t it?”

Q rolled his eyes, feeling the urge to shake James and make him realise that they were enemies despise their bond and that James’ instinct would be to tear Q apart and feast on his flesh. But he didn’t, because it would be full moon in approximately ten minutes, and he didn’t want their flat to be destroyed by a handful of monstrous and furry wolf.

“Let me think about it James…”, Q made a mocking pause, titling his head as if he had to think about it, “You’re a werewolf, I’m a vampire.”

“And Moneypenny is a Succubus”, James added with a smirk, and Q groaned in annoyance.

He rubbed his eyes, glasses laying somewhere on their bedside-table. Q didn’t need to sleep but James did, and he liked to ponder for a few hours in silence with the werewolf’s breath brushing his neck, and his arms tightly around him.

“Look, I trust you. I wouldn’t have allowed you to scent-mark me every evening otherwise. But I’d rather not be torn into pieces”, Q sighed, “I’d survive it, sure, but you have no idea how tedious and painful it is to put yourself together again.”

James looked up, fingers unbuttoning his shirt and with one movement of his shoulders it fell down onto the pile of clothes, a jacket, trousers, shoes, a tie. The werewolf only wore his pants, and they’d come off soon enough.

“I could stich you back together.”

“Oh god no. You can’t even stich your own wounds and they heal faster than a human’s.”

Pressing a hand to his chest, James made a face as if he had been hit by someone. “Ow, that hurts.”

Q rolled his eyes and pushed himself off the doorframe, making his way to the entrance door. Seven minutes left, five until James would start turning. Meaning that he soon would get some blood, he felt like he was starving.

He was sure his eyes were red, and as he licked his lips he could feel his fang-like teeth slowly break through the normal.

James threw him a concerned glance, but Q just shrugged. Tonight they’d go hunting together for the first time, and as exited Q was he was also nervous, an understandable feeling. He would be together with a bloodthirsty werewolf who might or might not attack Q in the hours ahead of them.

Adrenaline was one of the many body fluids Q couldn’t produce, but would he be human his heart would be beating rapidly in his chest, trying to break through his ribs into freedom and away from the fear settling in his brain.

The werewolf reached out to him, pressed a soft kiss on Q’s lips and then reached out to get a coat, not wanting to walk around naked for the time it would take them to get into the city.

“We should go”, he said and Q nodded, opening the door and stepping out into the coldness of the night.

They reached the street they had carefully chosen earlier this day within four minutes, only because they had walked past a few humans and James couldn’t run as fast as Q, not when he was about to shift.

James’ eyes were shining in the darkness, a bright yellow light which later would turn back to the blue but in an inhuman shade and brightness, as bright as Q’s red eyes which fell on him, walking into an alley where no one would be able to see them.

No one would miss one or two humans here, and no one would suspect a vampire and a werewolf to be responsible for it. They would blame a dog and would kill one, as brutal as it sounded it was something Q used to his favour.

“You should better take a step backwards”, James mumbled, and Q could see fangs break through his normal teeth, fingers twitching and claws growing.

The vampire did as he had been told, and watched in fascination as James fell on his fours, letting out a shuddering howl breaking the silence of the night. The sound of bones breaking, and muscles shifting, of fur breaking through skin and of organs growing or shrinking made Q wet his lips and consider to turn his head away, but he had seen this before and knew James wasn’t in pain.

As long as he didn’t try to suppress it, he was fine.

James howled again, and within one fluid motion the human was gone and on his spot a wolf stood up, shaking himself.

James’ fur was blonde but greying, and his eyes were sharp and still human. He took a step towards Q and the vampire offered his hand to let James sniff on it, a wet tongue wetting the skin between his fingers, sharp teeth nibbling at his fingertips.

Q smiled, reached down and scratched behind James’ ears, before he turned around and scanned the area.

Pushing his head against Q’s legs James passed him, patting out onto the empty street, eyes roaming over the homeless people sleeping, trying to find one whose flesh didn’t stink like they hadn’t washed themselves in ages.

Q lead the way and James followed, being able to keep up with Q’s speed as they ran, James’ tongue hanging out of his mouth and muscles working underneath his thick fur, visible to Q’s eyes. He jumped over a box laying in the way, landing on his fours and closed the distance between the two of them again, only stopping as Q gestured him to.

The fascinating thing about imprinting was that it felt as if Q could read James’ mind and the other way around, even though they couldn’t.

They didn’t need to look at each other to know that they found their victims, two men sitting next to each other on a bench, talking loudly, the scent of alcohol rising into Q’s nostrils.

It would do.

He moved forward, smiling and approaching the men who looked up to him, suddenly forgetting their conversation as they stared into Q’s eyes, hypnotised and mesmerised enough to not notice the wolf suddenly leaping at them, breaking their necks.

Q smelled blood and forgot himself, jumping forward to burry his fangs in the throat of one of them, lapping at the neverending stream of hot, sticky blood filling his mouth and dropping down his chin.

He heard the other one scream, the sound of flesh being ripped off bones making Q grimace.

James’ fur was soaked in blood, especially around his muzzle, but Q’s hands and mouth weren’t any better.