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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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"Your orders are beyond reason," Bond fumed. "We can't do it, Harry. We. Can't. Do. It."

Looking angry, Harry turned on his heels and went to his desk, grabbing a tablet off of it. He came back and shoved it in Bond's face, showing him a communique from Starfleet. "Yes. We can. Maybe you don't have all the bloody information, Bond. And for good reason, this is classified as hell so I'm not able to tell the entire bridge crew."

Bond looked at the screen, then shook his head.

"If we follow those orders, you're putting the whole ship at risk!"

Harry regarded him coolly. "I guess it's too bad then that I'm the captain and not you."

Bond fumed, his lips a tight line. He visibly fought for control for a long moment.

"Of course. Sir," he said, low and tight with temper.

Harry was even more angry that James was angry. James was the one who'd been openly insubordinate. And Harry was already on edge about how his relationship with James might be perceived, that someone might get an inkling...

He grabbed James' arm. "That's right," he snapped.

"My apologies, sir. Far be it from me to look out for these souls, sir," he said, standing at attention.

Harry could not take the sarcasm of that salute. "Oh, stand down," he snapped.

The tension in Bond's shoulders melted away instantly. His gaze dropped and his knees landed at Harry's feet.

"Yes, sir," he said quietly.

Harry looked genuinely shocked. Honestly, for a moment he couldn't figure out how to react at all, though his instincts were warring between anger, surprise, and arousal.

But what eventually made its way out of his mouth was, "That's more like it."

Bond nodded, then dared to look up.

He wet his lips, already half hard.

"I'll follow orders," he promised.

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.

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