#AND 006 IN THE CONFUSION ENDING I’m curious about what their jobs were

[squuote]

still on the topic of the other employees but it’s fun looking into the different office rooms too. kinda gives a glimpse at what that employee might have been like which is fun because a majority of them are like either super messy or it seems as if they were just fucking around. which both are fun and good. idk I just rlly enjoy the small characterizations of it all

[draconivn]

006 | A Kitten’s Mark

Summary: It’s been a few nights since he caught you. Today, Masamune’s out to do some drills with the men, and it seems like you’ve left some interesting marks to get the guys talking. Pairing: Masamune (Ikemen Sengoku) x Reader Warnings: Smut, creampie, lingerie, cockwarming, NSFW Word Count: 2,006 Note: Kind of sequel to Beautiful Lips, but can also be read independently!

Giggles sounded throughout their room, the little drops of moans seeping between the cracks as the sheets shuffled. The sun was getting ready to rise as Masamune rose over her, his lips trailing along her jaw. 

She groaned softly, her fingers carding through his locks and cradling him close to her, "Mm… do you really have to go already…?"

"I'll only be gone for the day and then I'll be back here, ravishing you all over again," he murmured in her ear. "Be a good kitten for me, hm?"

"Mm, you know I will be."

He chuckled, his tone dropping to a husky tone that sent shivers through her. "No touching yourself without me." He brought his lips back up to hers, a sweet kiss with a nip and tug of her lower lip as the final note.

"I'll have you remember that was one time."

He grinned down at her. "I can't forget the one time you were lonely, kitten. If you're taking care of yourself without me, then I'm not doing a good job of pampering you."  Reluctantly, he peeled himself away from her and slipped out of the sheets to start getting ready for the day.  

Today was another day of training with his men, which happened to start in the early hours to ensure they were able to uphold their stamina throughout the day. Fighting got tiring if no one worked hard enough to be able to last as long as required, and sometimes it could be anyone's last fight. As a warlord and commander, Masamune knew things had to be done to keep his men alive and also to keep Oshu alive.

He could hear the sheets shuffling as he finished getting ready, turning to see her sitting up and the slip of the blankets lower to pool around her naked waist. Her locks fell over her bare shoulders, shielding his eyes from his favourite view of her. With a chuckle, he made his way over to her, knee bent to tuck a strand behind her ear. “I’m heading off now, kitten.” His lips pressed to her bare shoulder, before touching to her own tiers softly.

“Have a good day,” she whispered against his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Masamune rose to his feet and headed out, quietly closing the door. 

An hour later, the one-eyed samurai had made his way to the field where the army was preparing and dismounted, handing both his and Kojuro’s horses over to Yojiro as he approached them. “Is everyone here and accounted for?”

“Yes, my Lord. Every last man has reported to their unit commander,” Yojiro said. For a moment he stopped to look at Masamune, but when he realized he was staring, he turned his gaze to the horses to distract himself, though his actions didn’t go unnoticed.

“...Hey, Yojiro. What’s that about.”

“Nothing, my Lord. Just uh…” Yojiro lightly hinted with a scratch to his own neck, gaze flickering to Kojuro for a moment. “... You seem in better spirits today, my Lord.”

Kojuro glanced over to Masamune, the hint of a smile starting to tug at the corners of his lips. “Indeed, he does. The Princess took care of him very well, I assume.” He proceeded to shoo Yojiro off before Masamune grew any more annoyed at the confusion. Once the two of them were alone, Kojuro leaned over to his lord. “My Lord, if you’d like some salve for your neck, do let me know.”

It took a moment for it to sink in before Masamune realized what he was talking about. So the kitten left a mark, huh? A grin rose to his lips, a look of pride growing on his features. “That won’t be necessary, Kojuro.” Despite the snickers and whispers, Masamune still held his head high and proud. Not only did he have great men who could rely on him as he relied on them, he had his feisty kitten at his side. 

By the time there was room for a break, there were bento boxes passed out, specifically made by the Princess herself for their day out on the field.

“Man, I can’t tell whose cooking I like better, Lord Masamune’s or the Princess’!”

“I wonder how she had the time to make all of this when…” The two gossiping vassals glanced over their shoulders at Masamune who was sitting not too far off with his own bento while Kojuro was sighing in exasperation.

“Maybe we should stay out of the kitchen?”

“Hey, if you say it any louder, he’ll hear you!”

Just as a bite of food was chewed and swallowed, Masamune spoke up, “I may only have one eye, but I’m not deaf.”

“W-We’re sorry, M-My Lord!”

Laughter rose among the men, shaking their heads. There were the few unlucky victims who ended up with the wrath of their lord, but the day had been fruitful to ensure his men were in top shape and returned home to their beds. Masamune, however, went looking straight for his favourite person.

After having spent much of her day working on a few pieces, she was walking down the corridors with the seamstresses in discussion over some materials when she noticed some of the men filing in to head to their rooms.

“Good evening, Princess!” they each greeted with a bow.

She smiled at them, “Good evening, everyone! How did it go?” Before anyone could answer, her heart directed her gaze to the one man whose charisma drowned out the rest of the crowd. Even with that single cerulean eye, she was caught in his gaze like a tiger spotting his prey, grinning. 

“I’m home.” There was the way his voice dripped like honey as he greeted her, standing in front of her so gallantly.

“Welcome home, Masamune.”

Kojuro wasn’t too far off, shooing everyone off before the snickers got a little too loud. “Good evening, Princess. My Lord, we’ll be retiring to our rooms now.”

Masamune didn’t give anyone a chance to say goodnight, already bending down to scoop her up into his arms and she let out a yelp.

“Good night, everyone!” she called to everyone, and they all waved in return with grins on their faces.

Everyone was used to this by now.

In moments, Masamune had swiftly brought them to their room and the door shut before he set her down to pin her to the wall, lips crashing down on hers so fiercely.

The kiss had taken her by surprise, fingers grasping onto his arms when she couldn’t find cloth to touch on because of his armour. The way his lips took hers over and over again, slipping in his tongue to explore her mouth, her body flush against his with nothing but the wall behind her. She couldn’t move from her spot, not with his arm around her waist and the other arm planted on the wall, blocking all exits. But she didn’t want to leave. She clung to him, a noise of pleasure muffled against his lips.

When he pulled back, she was breathless, but he didn’t stray away from her. He made his way lower, craning his head as she tipped her head back. Teeth grazed her skin, seeking that one spot that made her weak before he latched onto it. 

Her knees nearly buckled as he nipped and sucked at it, his talented tongue dragging across her skin to soothe the bite, repeating to make sure that the mark stayed there for as long as he wanted it to be. She was shivering in his grasp, a moan slipping past her lips before he pulled back, satisfied with his work. “M-Masamune…?” She looked up into his eyes, met with desire, love and passion, but she didn’t miss that hint of mischief dancing in his gaze.

“Now we match.”

It took a moment for her to understand, her gaze flitting down to his neck to see the mark she had left on his neck last night, peeking through the top of his collar. Not even his armour could hide what she had done, evidence that the Aoba’s Princess and future Lady Date was far from a pretty and kind-hearted lass on full display. Heat began to rise to her cheeks as he smirked.

“You’re blushing.”

“D-Don’t tease me!”

He chuckled. “I can only try and guarantee that for tonight.”

“Wha–” Her question was silenced by his lips, gathered into his arms once more to be brought to their futon. Bit by bit, she was tugging his armour off, while his lips distracted her immensely from her mission. “Why do you have to wear so many layers–”

“My kitten’s claws are pretty sharp,” he murmured teasingly. His hands were working faster than her own, that with a tug of her obi, her kimono had come undone for him to reach for her undergarments.

With a little more freedom, she shifted her legs to push her hips against his in an effort to roll them over so that she was on top, straddling him. She let out a satisfied exhale, grinning down at him as she tugged at a few more knots. “That was my fangs, Masamune. I don’t think you’ve ever seen your back with my claws.”

He arched a brow. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious to see that.”

The last piece of armour came off before she came down to his hakama. “Then help me out.”

He let out a laugh. “I don’t know if I should. You seem to have a better hand at getting my clothes off than I do putting them on.”

She mimicked his earlier action with her own brows arching. “Oh? Then I suppose I won’t be showing you the new lingerie I made.” She watched him grow quiet, the bob of his Adam’s apple as his eyes glazed over like he was recalling the last time she had made lingerie. 

“...Are you wearing it right now?”

She hummed, playing with the knot at his hakama belt, slowly popping it off, pretending she didn’t hear his question, but she did hear the warning tone in his following words,

“You shouldn’t tease me, kitten.”

In moments, their clothing had peeled away faster than it had been moments ago, leaving Masamune to discover the fruits of her latest work. The warning he had made had resulted in him making sure she was taught a lesson in teasing him, but the peek of lingerie and the sight of pleasure across her face as he took her over and over again was well worth it.

They were so caught up in their pleasure, that he hardly noticed where their hands had been. 

In the following morning’s glow, his eye slowly opened, coming face-to-face with the sleeping expression of his beloved curled up to his chest. Their limbs were mixed up in each other, pressed as close as possible to one another, his hand trailing down to her leg to hook around his waist.

There was a hint of a whimper falling from her lips before she nuzzled into his bare chest, just as he stifled a grunt. She feels so warm… He had to stop himself from groaning, fingers curling around the underside of her thigh, his hips inching closer to keep his cock nestled more deeply inside of her. How difficult it was to not just move and wake her up like this, burying his face in her hair as he fought the urge to harden inside of her. Instead, he distracted himself with the bit of tingling he felt on his back, a grin growing on his lips. She really brought out the claws, huh.

The sheets were likely a mess, and were likely to be more so once they were apart, but he chose to ignore that for the warmth that she was providing him this morning, cuddling her close.

“Masamune…” she murmured in her sleep.

And no way in all the hells did he feel like getting up. 

[silverynight]

Nothing breaks like a heart

Chapter 1

Some people change... But only some of them. Q thought Bond had changed when he left with Madeleine, but then he came back to MI6 without the girl.

"It seems he'll never take anything seriously..." He comments the day he returns, but at night and sitting in a pub with Moneypenny. They have become really good friends in the past few years.

"I don't know," she mumbles, playing with the glass of whiskey in her hands. "I think what they had was not even real from the beginning."

"What do you mean?" Q isn't normally this curious about the personal lives of his double ohs, but he's always intrigued when someone suggest he's wrong about something.

"Bond was tired of everything and wanted (or thought he wanted) to leave MI6 for good while Dr. Swann was desperate to run away from her past and start over. They both were each other's ticket out... But that's not enough when it comes to relationships."

Q presses his lips together, not entirely convinced. Because Bond is Bond and he flirts with anything that moves and he always leaves.

Always.

He has changed; he has allowed Moneypenny to know him better and he trusts her as much as someone that works for MI6 can trust another person.

Just a few years ago Q rejected the idea of having a casual relationship and tried to find a man to live with but his past relationships always ended up bad, mostly because of Q's job and the secrets he had to keep.

So a few months ago he gave up on that and decided to have only casual relationships.

It seems it's the only option for someone in his position.

"Hello, Q! Are you still with me?" Eve chuckles and the man has to blink a couple of times to finally come back to the present. "I was saying that the man over there hasn't stopped looking at you since we got here."

She's right. And the man is really handsome, brown hair and broad shoulders. The man could carry Q easily...

"Do you mind if I–"

"Not at all, have fun."

He knows there's a reason why he loves Moneypenny so much.

***

Q is not sure why 007 likes to be in Q-branch when he's not on a mission. Boredom is the logical response, although he has no idea what a double oh could find interesting there.

The other agents just go there when they're gonna receive new toys and even though they like the weapons they always seem like they're desperate to walk away from there.

Not Bond. The man likes to make minions nervous it seems and act like Q's shadow just to annoy him, touching things he is not supposed to.

Always with a grin on his face.

"You don't have a mission, 007."

"No, I don't," he smirks, leaning over the Quartermaster's shoulder to see what he's typing. "And my name is James, in case you forgot."

"You don't have to be here."

"You're right."

To calm himself, Q decides not to look at Bond's smug expression and focuses on preparing everything for 006.

"Why are you wearing a scarf?"

No, he can't blush... He's not going to give 007 the satisfaction, especially knowing that's exactly what he wants.

"I'm cold," he says, not even blinking after saying that awful lie.

"No, you're not," there's a bit of irritation in the agent's voice now. Still, Q decides not to look at him.

Normally Q doesn't let anyone mark him, because he doesn't want curious eyes to look at him at work, but he was so distracted he couldn't stop him. He thinks the man's name is Arthur, but he's not entirely sure.

"At least you had fun?" Q doesn't see it, but Bond's eye twitches before a hollow smile replaces it.

"Yes," he says, deciding that it'd be useless to start an argument about the importance of minding one's business.

Since 007 keeps walking in Q-branch like he owns it, Q decides to make something useful of his visits.

"Congrats," he tells the agent, putting a couple of documents on the desk where he can see them. "M gave me permission: I'll be testing my new toys on you."

The main objective is to scare him off, but even after 007 smiles with interest at him, Q knows that's not going to make him leave.

"You can do whatever you want to me, Q," the agent purrs.

The Quartermaster tries not to roll his eyes; he knows Bond uses flirting like another weapon and he doesn't mean it.

"Great," he says instead, without even blushing. "I should have recorded you in case something goes wrong. So everyone knows you actually agreed to this."

Instead of looking worried, Bond laughs and it surprises Q how genuine that sounds.

It's nothing out of the ordinary actually, well... Nothing lethal. Q is normally the one that tests his own weapons, but he knows double ohs are more experienced so it'd be a lot better if one of them tries the weapons first.

"I'm starting to think I'm your favourite," Bond smiles from ear to ear with the gun in his hands. "This feels more like a reward."

Q pinches the bridge of his nose. Perhaps he didn't think this through.

***

A box with tea is on his desk the morning Bond returns from Spain and since the brand seems to be from that country it's not hard to figure out who left that there.

Q looks at it with confusion for a moment, at least until he remembers he has more important things to do than worrying about tea.

Because he knows it'd be childish not to mention it, he decides to thank the agent as soon as he sees him.

"The tea is really good," he comments, trying not to look at the mug on his desk.

"You're welcome," the agent grins, looking absolutely pleased with himself.

It doesn't stop there; every time the agent comes from a mission, he brings something he knows Q will like. The minions and the other agents have noticed too, but the Quartermaster refuses to feel embarrassed or hide it because it's nothing important anyway.

Then, later that day after 007 mumbles something about his eyes, Q realizes what's going on.

"He wants to fuck me," he tells Moneypenny. He feels relaxed now because he knows how to deal with it. "Although, it seems really too much effort for that. I don't know why he hasn't asked yet. It's been weeks!"

Eve listens patiently, but he notices how she presses her lips together, like she's worried.

"I'd say yes you know? I will," he admits. Now that he has had quite a few casual relationships he knows he can handle a quick fuck with Bond.

"Q, I don't think this is–I mean... something's off, don't you think?" Moneypenny insists. "I mean he usually doesn't need that much to–He doesn't last long interested in anyone he wants to fuck..."

"I know," Q rolls his eyes. "I'm not expecting anything else from him. Just a one night stand. I think it'll be fun."

"I don't think you understand what I'm trying to say..." she stops, biting her bottom lip before looking up at him again. "You know what? Maybe you're right. Forget what I said."

"Of course I'm right," Q chuckles, although that doesn't work to erase the concern on Moneypenny's face.

***

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