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Bond

The doors on the ship were automated, so they didn't slam. But if the doors to Harry's office could have slammed, they would have.

"What the fuck was that?" snapped Harry, standing very close to Bond and glaring at him. "How dare you question my orders in front of the entire bridge crew."

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This confrontation had changed very quickly.

"James." The word sounded strangled as it came out of his mouth. "I just need you to respect me."

James. If Harry only knew how he melted when the captain said his name like that.

He looked up at him with impossibly blue eyes.

"I respect you," he agreed with a nod.

Fuck. Fuck, they should not. He should not. It certainly wasn't helping the situation, it was wrong...

He reached down and slid his hand into James' hair.

Bond lifted his fingers to Harry's fly.

"Let me show you how much...Captain," he requested politely.

To be honest, Harry was still kind of angry. And this was probably unhealthy, bad for their relationship.

But fuck if some part of him didn't legitimately want James to prove it.

He nodded, and tightened his fingers in James' hair.

Bond freed him and immediately swallowed him down. He bobbed on the length of him, hungry and eager.

Jesus christ. Harry groaned softly and looked down att him. His fingers were tight in his hair, but not enough to keep him from moving - because Harry liked the way he was moving. And he had to confess, he liked the way it felt almost... reverent.

Bond used one hand to toy with his balls while the other gripped Harry's ass to pull him close. His lips worked over him expertly. Oh, he knew what Harry enjoyed most. He'd use every weapon in his arsenal.

It would probably serve Harry right if someone walked in on them right now. The fact that insubordination had just turned into this instead of the official reprimand it should have...

And that was the professional issue. And on the personal... could this possibly be good for their relationship? Because right now Harry was still kind of pissed off and it made him want to... well... prove his dominance or something, and that was not their usual dynamic.

"Fuck," he gasped, and now he really did pull James' hair, and started fucking his mouth.

Bond groaned obscenely around Harry's cock and stopped moving. He gripped the captain's ass with both hands to feel the way he moved and let everything go, all the insolence, all the insubordination. He submitted to Harry completely.

After a moment, Harry forced himself to pull away. Pulled his cock out of James' mouth and stared down at him with heavy lidded eyes. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you," he said, wiping spit from his chin.

"You're in charge...sir...take what you like."

Harry looked at him for a long moment, and then grabbed his shirt and hauled him up. He pulled him in for a fierce kiss, and then spun him around and shoved him down over his desk.

Bond grunted when he hit the desk but didn't fight a bit. He closed his eyes, reached forward, and gripped the edge, bracing for a beating.

Harry would honestly have been a little horrified if he'd known that was what James was expecting. He had no desire to hurt him.

Instead, he yanked down Bond's trousers, and then his underwear.

"I can take what I want." His voice was low. "But I confess I'd also very much like to hear you ask for it."

"Christ, Harry, I want you deep in me," he panted, shifting to offer up his ass.

Why yes, Harry did keep lube in his desk drawer. He kept his eyes on James as he went to fetch it.

"You know I love you, don't you," he said, as he walked slowly back to him. "Even when you're an insubordinate shit who doesn't know your place."

"Yes, sir," he said quietly. He didn't apologize because he wasn't sorry, but Harry was right. Sometimes he needed to remember his place.

Harry moved behind him and took off his trousers. Then he slid two lube-slick fingers inside James.

"I can't imagine what appeal l have beyond my authority," he said, sounding slightly amused. "So one would think you would respect it."

"I do," he gasped. He pushed back to meet him.

"God, Harry...don't tease."

"When is the last time I fucked you?" murmured Harry, adding a third finger. "It's been a while. Do you need this more often, my love?"

"Might keep me in my place," he quipped, unable to completely kill his tongue.

"I'm not sure Q would like it though," Harry said softly as he twisted his fingers inside him. "I think he gets jealous, but... but this, maybe. You and I, here. A captain and his first officer."

"Fuck, Harry...I need..." Bond choked out when Harry hit just deep enough. One hand came off the desk so he could take himself in hand. Harry was driving him mad. He didn't care if he'd be reprimanded, he desperately needed the friction.

"You need..." Harry reached down and grasped Bond's wrist, wrenching his hand away. "But you do not get. Not yet."

He pulled his fingers out of him and pressed against his body, his erection sliding against Bond's ass.

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