#qisforquartermaster

[silva-the-ex-secret-agent]

Q smiled wryly. "if you think licking my hand will turn me on, then you're wrong love. Do you know how many bacteria that lives on ones hand?" Q asked calmly not feeling anything from Silva's attempt to seduce him.

Silva threw his head backwards and let out a laugh. He shrugged his defeat off gracefully. "Well, it has worked on others. Also, you're biased. This is not a test Q, you might as well relax, I'm simply givimg you some pointers. But noted, either crude physical stimulation or none at all. Let's talk some more. Close your eyes. I'll tell you about the things that turn you on. Not the pain you mentioned earlier, that's all semantics. I'm talking about the real things. How it feels to be the best. How the computers sing under your fingertips, the sheer power you hold in your grasp, how with one push of a button you can make the world fall at your feet. How they don't realize yet. But they will. The fact you are now here with me and you know that you are, or at least you will be better. How you know the wold and all its knowledge is yours. The feeling of finally cracking a puzzle. The satisfaction of it."

[silva-the-ex-secret-agent]

Q huffed a little with a smile and turned his head a little to look at Silva. "why don't you tell me then? Hacking into MI6's personal file really isn't that hard, You should know so yourself Mr. Silva." Q just smiled almost sweetly. Q never used his real name and the only organisation who knew his name was MI6. Otherwise, he didn't go around telling everyone his name.

"I don’t use your real name, because I know you don’t want anyone to. Respect, you know it’s not unheard of. I am not a savage and we are business partners of sorts. It’s for the same reason I expect you not to address me by my old name.

All I’m saying is, making something an issue, a secret, tends to draw attention to it.” Silva let go of his wrists and came to face him again. He took the zip of Q’s light jacket and slowly pulled it down, before sliding the fabric off his shoulders. He then slowly slid his hands over his body. Never lingering. Mapping. "You’re probably already quite good at finding people’s erogenous zones. Are you aware that any body part can be made extra sensitive with the right… persuasion. Take the back of your hand, for example." He lifted said hand and turned it in his grasp. He looked Q in the eye and he started to draw light, ticklish shapes on his skin, alternating the pressure, pulling away completely, then returning. "You see, it’s all in your mind and your mind is connected to every body part," he said as he slowly, not breaking eye contact, lifted his hand to his face and touched the skin with a long swipe of his tongue.

[silva-the-ex-secret-agent]

Q took a deep breath trying to calm himself and taking control over his own body. He didn't flinch at Silva's touches or the whisper in his ear. "But in the same way, the MI6 agent never knows when I'm going to point a gun to his forehead and pull the trigger before he can even notice." Q said calmly not trying to pull his hands to himself as his wrists were clasped behind his back.

"And that is your advantage. Though never assume they don’t know. Don’t get too comfortable. Secrets are only useful while they remain a secret. Why do you think Bond is so careless with his real name? Or I don’t mind that every one knows my real identity? It is because that secret serves no purpose any more. For example, do you think I don’t know your real name, Q?” 

[silva-the-ex-secret-agent]

Q clenched his teeth when Silva pulled back his head and he bit back a grunt. The stinging pain was thrilling. Q bit down his lower lip and let out a soft chuckle at Silva as he felt his hand down Q's chest. "And that's why I keep saying: why don't you teach me, since that's what you find thrilling."

"I’ve already started. You need to pay attention. I’m not just talking to thin air you know.” He pushes him away with a little force, releasing him completely. “Your goal is always to entice the other before you get turned on yourself. Arousal clouds the mind. You must know your pressure points and dull them. Then you must find out the other’s weaknesses or create them. Sometimes it’s a look,” Silva pins Q with a stare that says he wants to devour him whole, “or a light touch,” followed by an almost incidental stroke of a finger over the back of Q’s hand as Silva starts to circle him again. More touches follow, none can be pinned as sexual in nature, but they are everywhere, meant to put of balance, distract. “The right words are even more powerful,” Silva’s voice is suddenly directly at Q’s ear. “I could tie you to the bed and talk to you for hours until you spend yourself without having been touched even once. That is the kind of skill you must learn. You cannot rely on beauty or youth. While they are an asset they are fleeting. You never know when an enemy of MI6 decides to throw acid into your face,” Silva slides his hands down Q’s arms from behind and clasps his wrists, “or over your beautiful hands.”

[silva-the-ex-secret-agent]

Q smiled a little wider at Silva and shook his head in amusement. "Love, I think you're a little too quick to judge my sexuality. I know women are in power as well and they're very dangerous. And that have never kept me from seeking a woman just as much as I'm seeking men." Q raised his hand again to play with the button before he pulled Silva a little closer stopping only few inches from his lips. "So again, don't judge the book by it's cover."

"And you think they can’t see the lie?" Silva whispered, leaning even closer, letting his lips brush Q’s. "It’s glaringly obvious. Keeping your metaphor: you know when they change a book cover after there has been a film adaptation?" Silva slid his fingers into Q’s hair and pulled his head harshly back, exposing his neck. "It just doesn’t feel right.” "You can keep your stoic face as much as you like, but your body still hasn’t learned to act," he said, sliding his palm downwards over Q’s chest and stomach until it grasped between his legs, where a hardness was forming. Ah, the delights of youth, Silva thought, with amusement.

[silva-the-ex-secret-agent]

Q let Silva handle him like he wanted. But his face stayed the same. A stone face with calm eyes. "My weapon has gotten me so far, so it can't have been an overall failure Mr. Silva. And I play my card like I want to." He locked his eyes with Silva as he smeared out the blood on Q's lips. "But honestly, it looks like you're quite enjoying yourself."

"Yes, it has gotten you so far. I want it to get you further," he simply explained. "Of course I’m enjoying myself, my dear Q. You are an excellent pupil. Why do you think I contacted you in the first place? You were the best of your peers, now you’re on the next level and the game is different here. You can let go of your pride and learn and become much better than you ever could imagine or you can remain stubborn and slowly sink into obscurity. The choice is entirely yours.You see, I have gotten what I wanted from the game: M is dead, MI6 compromised in the eyes of the world, I am still alive. I can kick back and enjoy myself. There is room for new players.”

[silva-the-ex-secret-agent]

Q let out a grunt as he was slammed against the wall. He bit down lower lip in surprise and soon he could taste something metallic which he assumed was blood. Q huffed a little with a small smirk. "Thanks for the advice Mr. Silva" he grinned.

"As I said, you wear your proclivities on your sleeve and assume they will help your goal. You are mistaken, but it is an understandable mistake. You see, if you want to be able to use your body, your sexuality, as a weapon, you must become a blank slate. Right now your success depends of your prospective partner’s passion: your target being reduced to carelessness by their desire for your beauty and youth, or violence: the promise that they can do whatever they want to you or they think that because you submit you are weak. This tactic may work on someone like, say, James Bond, or the more stupid adversaries, but you are revealing your cards before the game has even started." He released his hold and turned Q around.

Silva swiped his thumb over Q’s lip, smearing the blood over his mouth. “You’re a very pretty thing and your tactic will get you far, but it’s limited.”

[silva-the-ex-secret-agent]

Damn Q hated that man sometimes. He knew just which buttons to press to get Q interested and curious. The younger man rolled his eyes giving a defeated sigh before he rolled his eyes and followed Silva down the hall towards the bedroom. Q slipped his hands down his pockets as he made his way down the hall after Silva, feeling like he was following the other man like a lost puppy. How embarrassing.

Silva was waiting for Q just inside his bedroom, out of sight. And when he entered he hauled him in by his shirt collar and slammed him into a wall, face first. It was ridiculously easy to hold him in place with just one arm bent just at the right angle. “Lesson continues,” he said, aggravatingly not even out of breath in the slightest, “always be on your guard, especially around me.”