Plausible Deniability Affair."
Illya and Napoleon are covered with a mysterious powder from THRUSH that causes them to lose control fo themselves.
Zipless? Since when have my sexual habits been any of your concern?"
The slightly disdainful tone set all his hackles on end.
I've been the one getting pounded into the pavement, or the mud, or the
sludge, while you sit in the back seat of the car and snuggle with all
the beautiful women, that's when! And that's all the time. Face it,
Napoleon, you have the self control of a rutting tom cat and you are
continually on the prowl."
|"And this is a problem?" Sincere disbelief.|
|This is a
standard "pretend we're gay to trap the
of fandom but it's complicated by a drug that reduces inhibitions, so
the result is pretty funny.
Prisoner Of Love Affair."
Illya has been in love with Napoleon for the 6 years of their partnership and he finally realises it. At a nightclub one night Napoleon taxes him it - but can Napoleon handle Illya's feelings for him?
I want is...equally as absurd as that lie would be,
know what we are. The job--"
kill us both before retirement," Solo
interrupted. The older
man's tone was calm, but there was something almost desperate in his
eyes. "We've given up all hope of a normal family life for
U.N.C.L.E. When the time comes, we'll sacrifice our lives as
well. I don't think either U.N.C.L.E. or Mr. Waverly would
begrudge us what little comfort we might grab before then."
tried, but he couldn't hold that gaze, not with
the way those
words made him quiver. He wondered if Solo would see how he was
shaking, wondered why Napoleon would even say such a thing.
|Napoleon speaking about emotional solace and lost hopes of domesticity? This was so surreal, it almost seemed a dream.|
done - intensely emotional. Contains an
shared consciousness when they have a simultaneous orgasm from
frottage. Illya is pretty much the repressed virgin here - but
Napoleon is also portrayed as nervous when faced by the depth of love
they share. The complicated emotional state of each man is
intelligently explored and I adore the fact that this story is
technically so well written that I don't have to wade through
grammatical or punctuation errors - what bliss! Rosemary
Callahan's work is consistently good. Sometimes her stories can
have less than happy endings, which is not my cup of tea, but this one
ends very satisfactorily.
ANNE: "Sex, Lies And
U.N.C.L.E. Part 1: The Affair Affair."
Illya and Napoleon pose as lovers to expose a Thrush ring of blackmailers and a spy within UNCLE. Pictures are taken of them having sex and Illya suffers many slights by homophobic UNCLE agents before it comes out that they were acting undercover.
walked into the main briefing room with Illya at his side and almost
felt a draft from all the heads that turned in their direction. At
another time he would have been amused and most eager to hear the
details of the current version of what Lisa had seen, but now he felt
annoyed. He did not want this foolishness distracting anyone from the
reason they were gathering.
apparently had the same thought because he leaned close and whispered,
"I should leave."
he whispered back, automatically taking hold of Illya’s arm. That sent
a little ripple through the large room, but the Russian did not pull
away. "They’ll just talk about that, and you should be here."
|"All right," Illya agreed, then slipped away to his usual spot.|
|This is a
wonderful story that appears on many MUNCLE recs
lists. I like the plot - I'm a sucker for the "posing as
gays to catch the bad guys" plotline - and I love the
characterisation. I don't care for this fannonish representation
of Illya as so slight and delicate that he's a natural victim, but it's
not a big part of this story so it's not too much of a problem.
ANNE: "Sex, Lies And
U.N.C.L.E. Part 2: The 8x10 Glossy Affair."
Six months after they posed as lovers to trap a traitor, Illya and Napoleon have to deal with the emotional fallout.
shook his head in confusion.
"Is this some sort of game you win if I become a willing notch on your
wasn’t the politest way to put it, but Napoleon seemed to opt against
taking offense. He leaned back in the chair and looked at the Russian
for a long moment. "I was in love once. I married her, and I lost her.
I don’t expect to feel that way about anyone again."
stood up and touched Illya’s cheek. "But I love you, Illya. And I
drew back from the tender touch, then shook his head. "My life has to
mean more to you than a one-hour fling."
am well aware of the fact that I could never be so casual with you."
thought you were the one who was afraid of
shrugged. "I realized that we already have one."
looked at him. "We what?"
we’re partners. If that isn’t a commitment, what is?"<
|"It was until we made love."|
story contains the lovely "get together for real" portion of "Sex,
Lies, and M.U.N.C.L.E." It's done rather well, despite the fact that
Illya is once again the bottom to Napoleon's top, and I get so bored
with that dynamic. Lots of lovely plot in this one and lots of
lovely Illya/Solo interaction, both in and out of the bedroom.
Illya and Napoleon are am established couple. In this story they face not only the prospect of being forcibly "outed" to Napoleon's family, but also a mysterious couple of attempts on their lives.
looked at him coolly. “I would prefer that you shoot
then I will have ample time to shoot YOU. Now drop your weapon.”
man looked to Napoleon, to Illya, then back to
turned his head and stared at him, stunned.
forward and seized the man’s wrist, taking himself out of the line of
fire, then watched him slump to the floor in slow motion, the look of
surprise frozen on his face.
jumped down to examine the body.
|“What do you mean, you’d prefer he shot me?” Napoleon asked indignantly.|
isn't as good as "The Healing" (see below) but I liked it very much -
I'm a sucker
for family stories like this one. This writer has a style I like
very much - not OTT in any way but still lovely emotion
Illya is presented as active partner in their sexual activities (which
is a change from common fannish portrayal of delicate Illya the
virginal, docile receptical for Naploean's passion) but unfortunately,
there's no example of him actually topping in this story - damn it.
Solo helps a traumatised Illya recover from a nasty bout of torture.
the patient?” he asked when he came
upon John Harrison, the physician in charge at the moment. Solo and
Kuryakin considered Harrison to be a friend, someone who was as skilled
at his job as they were, someone who didn’t mollycoddle them but made
sure they got the care they needed.
doctor hesitated a second too long
with his reply, and Solo’s mood changed instantly. “Is there a problem,
John?” he asked flatly.
word, Napoleon,” the doctor said,
cocking his head toward his office.
the door was closed, Harrison walked
around his desk and took his chair. Solo’s eyes never left the doctor’s
face as he hovered over him.
looked up at him.
down,” he said softly.
complied. “I’ll stand on my head if
it’ll start the information flowing,” he said with an uncharacteristic
raise in tone.
translated into anger
Two agents. The doctor was accustomed to being glowered at,
like a criminal, even manhandled occasionally. But his voice stayed
and he didn’t mince words. “Did Illya tell you he was tortured?”
leaned back in the chair
and drew his
mouth into a thin line. “No. He didn’t say much at all. I didn’t see
evidence of it, though.”
ignored the typical
denial. “And you politely didn’t look at his penis?”
|Solo went pale.|
is the nicest, slowest, most naturaly lead into slash that I've ever
read. And the writing is excellent. The one thing I did
dislike was the tendency to explain things it would have been better to
show, or let the reader assume from what is shown, as can be seen
in the quotation above. It'snot a major problem but it was a
prevalent enough that I found it irritating at times.
Napoleon and Illya have a one night stand while Illya is on loan from the London office of U.N.C.L.E.
The word crept silently into his consciousness, slipping past the
dissipating layers of sleep. He was lying wrapped in a nest of
blankets, listening drowsily to the soft hiss of a radiator, an
infinitely comforting sound that always reminded him of childhood
winters spent at his grandparents’ farm in Manitoba. But then
there had been no warm, solid weight in his arms, no pleasant scent of
spent desire in the air. Smiling, he nuzzled the longish hair at
the nape of his companion’s neck. The Russian – Illya, he reminded himself – slept
on, his chest filling and emptying slowly, evenly.
|Reluctantly, Napoleon disentangled himself and rose. He padded to the window and parted the blinds. Still full dark. The sign across the parking lot blinked Vacancy, its cold neon lending no warmth to the freezing night air. He sighed, anticipating the chill and dreading it. He let the blinds fall shut and walked across to the little bathroom with the door that wouldn’t close completely.|
nice PWP. And Napoleon
is the one who gets fucked! Hurry and read this one, folks,
you don't see Bottom!Napoleon
very often. A very rare species indeed.
And the fact that it's a pretty damned wonderful piece of writing is a bonus.
"The Safety Of
Napoleon and Illya were in a relationship and got caught - with appalling consequences for both of them.
haven’t told him yet, but after this is over I’m
already got my letter of resignation written and signed. It’s at
home in the drawer of my nightstand. That would have been the
place I’d have chosen to hide something from him once, but now I don’t
have to worry about him finding it there. He hasn’t been inside
that bedroom in months. Which, when you get right down to it, is
why I’m leaving.
I’m not leaving until my work is done
|I don’t think he’ll be surprised. This has been hell for both of us. I know him much too well not to see that he hurts as much as I do, even though I doubt if anyone else has noticed much difference in him. Most people seem to think he has no feelings to hide, which can be convenient, I guess. I know it’s written all over me.|
you're looking for a feel good fic with a happy ending, this ain't
it. But it's fabulously well-written, as poignant as hell, and it
rippped my heart out and stomped on it thoroughly. Highly
Ilya is in love with Napoleon. When he realises that Napoleon is interested in men (when Napoloen goes off with an old army buddy) he gets drunk.
a moment, he couldn't move. Then, robotically, he walked to the toilet
and relieved himself. When he finished, he lowered the lid and sank
on it. The sudden panic that had seized him was paralyzing.
|Napoleon knew now. His face burned as he remembered his jealous tirade of the night before; the pathetic way he had clung to Napoleon in the shower; the shameful begging; and worst of all, his partner's rejection. Napoleon knew how he felt, Napoleon was apparently not averse to having sex with men, and Napoleon still didn't want him.|
Nyssa's Illya, he gets to make the first
move. I love
the sex scene in this story, too - it's very sweet.
ELIZABETH: "Trilogy." [Not
available on the net.]
15 years ago, Illya ended their partnership for good when Napoleon kissed him. Now, Napoleon and Illya are back together as partners, but can they still work together?
Illya Kuryakin snapped at him, used the icy courtesy
that was worse
than being ignored, or simply looked right through him, Napoleon Solo
would have understood. He was hard put to master his own
|But he was unprepared for the wide smile and the delighted "It IS you!" in the Russian Tea Room. He was even less prepared for the subsequent total calm--after he punched Napoleon's lights out, of course.|
|This is a well-written and very sweet, romantic story. Unfortunately, it's not available on the net but only in zine format.|