#vampire!q

[dhampir72]

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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:

Q makes a place for Bond in his home.

[timetospy]

Heartless

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.”

“I find it immensely comforting,” Bond said, keeping his ear pressed to Q’s chest, reveling in the silence. “I don’t feel responsible for keeping it beating.”

[blauerkeks]

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.

They tended to change their houses and names all ten years. James could more easily blend into large groups and society, as him not aging wasn’t much of an issue. But Q, with his baby-face and spots, couldn’t. People began to ask questions. They grew suspicious. When it had been perfectly normal of two gentlemen to live together before, it now alarmed the authorities around them. Was James his father? Partner? Was Q even legal?

James had no idea how they found them. They had just moved into the house in Canada, close to the city, but still lying isolated and alone in a plain surrounded by trees, had spent a night in there fucking on the balcony. With the first streams of light breaking through the sunlight, they had come.

Twenty hunters, heavily armed. With guns not being legal without a license anymore, the only ways of defending each other they had were knives, and their teeth.

It all ended with a stake tearing a hole straight into Q’s heart.

Q fell.

The minutes between killing the last hunters, picking the lifeless body of his lover up and running outside the house, straight into the sun, passed without James consciously taking notice. All he felt was the pain of the sunlight falling onto his skin, and the pain of his lover dying in his arms. He ran. As fast as he could, ignoring the pain and the fear, dead heart beating rapidly inside his chest as he ran straight to the one place he swore he would never come back to.

MI6.

He had been there when it had been opened for the first time, had been an agent during the Cold War, where he had ‘died’ and hidden in Sweden. Five years during which he had not been with Q – a little misunderstanding, but they had reunited again, things were fine, had been fine until Vesper sent hunters on their trail. He knew it had been her. It could only be her.

While James never let MI6 know what he was, they seemed to understand the moment they saw him. For humans, they knew more than the rest of their kind. No one stopped him in the corridors, no one foolishly tried to shoot him. He held Q to his chest, hugging him close and whispering words into his ear, switching languages, dialects and eras every sentence.

Q couldn’t die. James didn’t know what he would do without him, couldn’t go on with his companion gone. The more time passed, the less likely it was that Q would survive.

“What are you doing here,” was the first thing M said to him, no words of surprise, no shock, just her cold, usual self. She had aged. Granted, James had not seen her since the Cold War. “And why are you dragging a corpse into my agency.”

“He’s not a corpse,” James hissed, letting his fangs slide out, eyes glowing in an abnormal white. “I know you have ways of healing him. Do it.”

M, despise her eyes widening slightly and her pulse quickening, remained composed. She gestured towards a room and followed the vampire with enough distance, whispering commands to her underlings. James paid little attention; he lifted Q’s body onto the bed and brushed curls out of his face, hands trembling as he saw the ashen skin, all the lines of veins underneath visible like his skin was made of glass.

“Vampires die when they are hit with a stake,” M said from the corner she was standing in and shook her head. “He’s dead. All we can do is burn his body and heal your wounds.”

“We do not.” James turned to her and hissed, shrugging off his shirt. Chunks of his skin followed; it would heal, he’d only need blood for that, but Q’s life was a priority. He bit into his own wrist, trying to draw blood. They had not been out to hunt in days, but it should be enough, it had to be enough. Q couldn’t die. “We’re paralysed. They put holy water onto the sharp end. It’s poisonous, I have to...”

He leant down and pressed a kiss to Q’s lips, cupping his cheeks in his hands. “I have to...”

Someone tried to push him backwards, probably a minion, because M wasn’t this suicidal. He pushed the human away, heard his bones crack when he hit the wall and turned around to glare, blood running down his arms.

“Touch him, and I will kill you,” he growled, baring his teeth in a snarl. “Out.”

“I will not follow orders in my own agency!” James growled at her, making M step backwards, her back hitting the doorframe. “Bond-“

“Out!”

He waited until the room was empty, before turning back to his lover, pressing his lips on the others’. He tasted of holy water. It burnt James’ lips, burnt when James touched open wounds, scratching them into his skin. When he leant back, he held his wrist to Q’s lips, and waited.

“Come on,” he whispered, turning his head to look at the door. “Please. Q... I can’t... suck... come on... suck!”

[jamesbuckybootybarnes]

Unlikely partners: part two

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.

He gave up trying to reach the door and curled into a ball, awaiting his death by being burnt to a crisp. Lovely. 

[blauerkeks]

Hello! If you're not too busy, I have another vampire!Q werewolf!Bond prompt in mind. Q has been attacked and kidnapped by vampire hunters and Bond come to rescue him. Hurt/Comfort and caring!Bond please ;)

"Oh do we feel creative today?"They pressed the heated metal on his chest again, making him hiss and bare his teeth as his eyes flashed red. It was silver, probably blessed and all that kind of stuff hunters considered as useful, and it burnt like hell.A very interesting choice of words he had taken, given that in their eyes he was a creature of the fiery pit of doom.The vampire pursed his lips, snarling.The events around his capture were a bit blurry, all a big chaos inside his head. He could remember the argument he had have with Bond, and how he had left that evening to let his anger out on some poor miserable soul in a side-alley, and he could remember something going through his shoulder down to his chest.Stakes weren't deadly for a vampire, but they were paralysing. He had been trapped inside his own body, a silent observer as they had carried him away and into a car. Twenty-two minutes of drive, with enough bumps in the streets to drive the stake deeper into Q's heart.He would have their heads for that. Not their blood because there were many things Q would never do, and drinking the blood of such bastards was one of the ones on top.Ripping their arms off one by one, then ripping their stomachs open to put a knot on their bowels and play rope-skipping with them however would be satisfying enough to calm down the bloodthirsty beast inside him, and the last time he had played rope-skipping had been a hundred-and-something years ago.Ah, good old times. Plague, murder, diseases, discrimination and war."Exorcizo te, immundissime spiritus, omnis incursio adversarii, omne phantasma, omnis legio, in nomine Domini nostri Jesu Christi eradicare, et effugare ab hoc plasmate Dei..."Q let out a groan of annoyance. "For fuck's sake, I'm not a bloody demon. You can't just expect me to vanish and disappear in black smoke."They slapped him, and with mild satisfaction he heard the crack of the man's bones breaking. Said winced and took a step backwards, shaking his hand.Q figured that he deserved the following push of the metal to his cheek, in some strange and weird kind of sense. He wondered if there was any part of his body not covered in bruises, just as much as he wondered why it took James this long to find him. Normally he was able to track Q down in a matter of seconds or minutes but Q had been here the whole night and no sign of him so far.A bit disappointing, perhaps. And worrying, since the sun was rising.The hunters took a few steps backwards to look at him, smirking and grinning and whispering though Q could understand every word and he heard how they wanted to leave him here to burn.It wasn't as if he'd burn the moment the sunlight would fall on his skin, but it was a close call.His skin would slowly turn black and then he'd be on fire, and if Bond should ever come to rescue him he would only find ashes and maybe a few bones in front of a wooden cross they had nailed him against.Q tried to clutch his hand into a fist, but the nail having been pushed through his palm made it impossible to and made him hiss.As they turned around to leave, he could hear their laugher until they were out of his hearing range. Q sighed and closed his eyes.Maybe his life would pass in front of his inner eye now, and he could look on more than one hundred years. A lot more than hundred, more than two or three, but that was another story.Q wet his lips, titled his head and looked at the sky above him. It was a nice view, shining stars sparkling like diamonds - and that reminded him of this horrible song of this modern artist, about diamons in the sky or whatever, how much he missed the music from the time of his human life, the beautiful artists with their rich voices echoing through the hall, a time of dresses and suits and beauty and scandals - and with the sky as dark as a raven's feathering.How long until the sun would rise?xxJust as the first few sparks of sun hit Q's skin and made him hiss in pain, there were warm hands on his chest ripping the stake out in one fluid movement.Q screamed and his eyes snapped open, staring into Bond's in disbelief."You-!"James shook his head, pulled the nails out of Q's hands and feet, then put him down on the ground. "Ssh."The vampire lay his head into the grass and groaned, somehow managing to lift his arm to cover his eyes with it. "Don't you ssh me.""I just did", James said with a sigh, and as Q sniffed the air he could smell blood on him."You killed them?""Of course." James growled. He took his jacket and put it over Q to shield his body from the sun, then sat down next to him and rolled his sleeves up. "They hurt what is mine. I can't let them get through with that."James held his wrist over Q's mouth and lifted the jacket a bit, only putting it over him again as Q's fangs sank into his skin. The werewolf bared his teeth, grimacing for a moment."Still convinced that you don't need me to save your arse?"Q hummed, lifting a hand to wrap his fingers around James' arm, trying to keep him still.He only stopped as he felt James' pulse getting weak, and licking his lips Q sat up with a yawn, stretching and watching his wounds heal."Yes. You have your bright and useful moments but I am more than capable of saving myself."James growled, pushed Q down and pinned him down, licking over his neck."Keep telling yourself that. Let's get you out of the sun, shall we?"

[blauerkeks]

Vampire AUs are sadly lacking in this fandom, but that was fantastic! (Also thank you for getting that mention of Moneypenny in there, I wasn't sure if it'd work, but thank you for making it!) Would you be able to do a follow up at some point in the future, maybe Bond and Q hunting for prey together at night? Thank you again! I adore all your writing, it always hits the mark just right!

(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.

The wolf sat down on his hind legs, lifted his head and howled into the night, and Q smiled at him before he searched for their next victims.

[blauerkeks]

Will you write Vampire!Q, pretty please? There is a serious lack of such fanfic in this fandom.

(Also: "Anonymous asked you: Hey there! Would you be willing to write something with Vampire!Q, Werewolf!Bond? (And bonus for Succubus!Moneypenny) Thanks in advance!")xxxx"They didn't tell me that my new Quartermaster is one of those bloodsuckers."Q didn't seem to notice him at first, hunched over something which James vaguely recognised as a woman, with her legs twitching and her mouth hanging open in a silent scream, her struggles growing weaker and weaker within seconds.James didn't know what had made him follow the faint scent of Q and blood, if it had been the worry that the Quartermaster was hurt or the curiosity Eve had awoken in him.This bloody Succubus and her smiles, her touches which made his blood boil and the wolf inside him howl, but he wasn't stupid enough to fall for that. His blood sang of age, and hers of death, and Q's sang a melody James had never heard before but found himself weak against.Finally Q looked up from where he had his head burried in the woman's neck, and James frowned as he saw his eyes.Q's eyes usually were green. Now they were red, like the blood running down his chin and dropping down his teeth, smeared across his lips.How did a being manage to look innocent and vulnerable with blood across its face? How did Q manage to make James' heart flutter and his stomach cramp in the urge to protect and secure, even when he usually should want to tear him apart and growl at him.All of James' being pulled him towards Q, and his inner wolf wanted to snarl at those daring to hurt him.Q looked at James for a moment, then at the woman again, licking his lips."What a surprise, I thought I gave them the order to pass around the memo", Q mumbled and let the woman fall down, both watching her struggle for a last few times before she lay still.James couldn't hear her heartbeat anymore."Do you always go and kill civilians on the street?", James asked, offering Q his hand to help him up.Q took it after licking the blood off his own, getting on his feet and raising an eyebrow as James didn't let go of him.James sniffed the air. Q smelled of blood, and tea, and deep underneath was a scent which made James want to burry his face in the crook of his neck and inhale, inhale until he would breathe in Q and not air anymore."It is easier than killing some of my minions, or agents." Q waggled his eyebrows, smirking. He licked his lips, some of the blood disappearing, his eyes suddenly less red, more black. "Did you follow me?"James nodded. "I did.""Why?"As James said nothing Q took a step forward, their chests nearly pressed together and Q's feet between James', his breath brushing James' neck as he leant over."I am waiting.""Because I was confused. And worried.""Worried?", Q repeated, leaning back again."Yes.""About?""You." Now it was James' turn to step closer, and he pressed Q against the wall with the back of his head hitting the stones, a gasp leaving Q's mouth and giving James the chance to claim his lips in a kiss.He growled, licking his way into Q's mouth and burying his fingers in Q's curls, tucking anything but gently on them.Q arched into it, fisting James' jacket."Don't tell me you imprinted on me", Q said, not breathless.Vampires didn't breathe, James thought as he lowered his head, trailing kisses along Q's jawline, over his throat to his neck where he inhaled deeply, taking in Q.He had imprinted on him, and James would do anything to keep Q safe. It was his task and quest, and he'd be damned if he would fail."It seems like I did...", James mumbled against Q's skin, his eyes turning yellow and fangs breaking through his teeth, "You're mine, Q."He bit into Q's neck, knowing that the mark he was about to leave wouldn't fade, wouldn't heal like any other. The blood of a werewolf stopped the vampire from healing, a werewolf's salvia leaving marks.Q groaned, nails digging in James' shoulders."Animal", he breathed out.James growled, looking up. He tasted blood which wasn't Q's, but he tasted his skin and he licked away the blood which was spilling out of his wound."Zombie."Q glared. "Vampire. No need to get insulting."He lifted James' head up again, crushing his lips on the agent's.It tasted of blood. It was ugly and with teeth and tongue, and it was the best James had ever have.