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Willy/Bond/Harry

Being held 'captive' was proving very, very, dull. Not that he was hoping for torture and cruelty, he was pleased to avoid all that, but he wouldn't have minded a little excitement. Just a smidge... That morning though everyone at the tavern was brimming with excitement, chatting away about some fight and the return of the queen.

Seemed he might be going home today.

They had breakfast as always, but Q played closer attention to Willy this morning, wondering how this would play out. Would he bring Bond here? Would he play up the whole captive thing? Would it be more the same?

He wondered if everyone was alright, from Hex to Harry, and all those in between he'd come to think of as friends or even family...

"Are they coming here, or are we going to them?" he asked after a moment.

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Bond escorted them both out of the Dryad palace and down the road to the dock. He kept close, arm around Q so that if he flexed his fingers he could touch Harry, too. Thoughts whirled in his head and by the time they reached the village it seemed to him they would never reach the ship.

And he couldn't wait to be alone.

They were docked until the prince was sorted. They didn't have to use his quarters...

Bond looked up then and spotted an inn and steered the pair wordlessly into it, hoping they both felt the same urgency.

Q was a little surprised when they turned, but he didn't object, glancing over at Bond, then Harry.

"Are we not sleeping on the ship tonight? Not a complaint... Just unexpected."

Harry couldn't help but feel a little thrill at what this could mean, but then felt rather silly for it.

"I was hoping to have a moment to speak to Q alone," he said. "Before the two of you... retire for the evening."

Bond turned to look at him, long and curious.

"Were you needed elsewhere?" he asked. "Am I being ambiguous?"

He scanned him up and down.

Then looked at Q.

"Do you have a reason Harry shouldn't join us?"

"Well, your bloodlust and tendency to indulge in vengeance come to mind, but other than that... No. Though I confess, it is a bit unexpected," Q said, somehow managing not to look as surprised as he was.

He was also a bit nervous about Harry seeing how he and James tended to engage in the bedroom. He wasn't sure the other man would understand.

The way Bond looked him up and down was nearly enough to arouse Harry right there. "Well I suppose that's not ambiguous," he said. "But I thought you were the jealous sort."

Then he looked at Q, trying to gauge his reaction to this. After all, the last conversation they'd had was about how they... liked each other, and how it was best Bond not know.

"Possessive," he corrected.

"Q is jealous. He's the one who asked me to be faithful. But you're blind if you can't see how he wants you. You must think I'm blind and don't see the way you want him..."

He nearly shoved them inside.

"And surely my desires are clear."

"You really underestimate how hard it is to tell whether you are thinking with your cock or your blade," Q assured him.

Harry would agree with that.

Find himself practically shoved into the room, the door now closed behind him, Harry looked at Bond and then said, "So if I kiss him right now, you'll only watch instead of run me through with your sword?"

Bond pivoted and leaned in close to his ear.

"Kiss him properly and I may indeed run you through," he purred softly, then moved and pushed Harry closer to Q, grabbing his ass as he did.

Q nearly pointed out that no one had asked him if he wanted kissing- But, well, this was quite fascinating, and questions would certainly spoil the mood.

"I don't know about introducing blood play the first night," he quipped instead.

"I think I'd rather not," Harry said with a slight quirk of a smile, even as he felt Bond's breath on the back of his neck. He leaned in, until his breath was against Q's neck in turn, and then grasped his wrist. "Do you want me to kiss you?"

Bond scowled behind Harry's shoulder, disappointed that it seemed they both believed he'd murder them.

They weren't wrong. It did show him there was little trust, though.

Q didn't answer Harry's question, he could see Bond was upset, and so he gave the other man what he seemed to want.

Silently, he leaned in and kissed Harry soundly, opening his eyes after a moment to meet Bond's gaze as he continued to kiss Harry.

Harry had been wanting to kiss Q since perhaps the moment he'd seen him on this ship, seen the man that he'd grown into. He wasn't surprised by the kiss exactly, but still it felt like stepping over a cliff. He kissed him back soundly, and wrapped an arm around his waist. His eyes were closed, so he didn't see that Q's were open.

But for reasons he didn't entirely understand, as the kiss continued he reached behind him and groped for Bond's hand.

Bond caught his hand, then stepped in close behind him. He took hold of Harry's hip and ground the ridge of his arousal against his ass.

"He may fuss, but Q gets what Q wants," he told Harry. "I've seen he wants you. I've heard your name spoken while dreaming. And, more than anything I do, I will see him happy."

Q didn't know how to feel about that- This wasn't like when Bond picked up little trinkets or books he'd been eyeing. This was Harry. He couldn't just gift him Harry.

Could he?

He exhaled against Harry's lips, looking a touch embarrassed.

Harry had to admit, the thought that Q had said his name in his sleep... well, that was awfully nice.

He briefly touched Q's face, and then looked over his shoulder at Bond. "Perhaps don't treat me as if I'm a birthday gift, hmm? I can feel your arousal. You want this, too."

Bond's hands slipped around his middle and deftly unbuttoned his fly.

"Don't consider you a gift? I imagine you'd rather not be unwrapped?" he purred in his ear while looking at Q.

Bond was clearly pleased with himself, certain this was something Q wanted and would make him happy. And, of course, Harry wasn't...wrong.

Q was still a bit unsure, but he couldn't pretend he didn't want this. He'd daydreamed about it more than once, both men, together at the same time. Hands, lips, spit and skin...

He wet his lips, then dared to move closer.

"You don't have to do this if you're not comfortable, Harry."

Harry wasn't sure if it was Bond's voice in his ear or his hands near his groin, but a shiver of arousal went through him. And by the time Q spoke - "I'm very comfortable."

"Not comfortable enough," Bond said, his hands moving to slip Harry's trousers down.

"I think we could all be much more comfortable..."

Q hesitated, used to James taking the lead and telling him what he should do- But after a moment he removed his robe then his shirt.

Harry stepped out of his trousers, not wanting to risk waddling in them as they continued. Then he reached towards Q and unfastened his trousers, once his shirt was off. He thought of turning to Bond and doing the same but got distracted by dropping his head to press his lips to the bare skin of Q's shoulder.

Bond was relentless, not stopping until every stitch had puddled at their feet. He stepped in close, then, slipping an arm around both of them.

And he forced the two of them closer together.

"Again?" he grinned at Q.

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