Prompts 16-20, Man from UNCLE, Napoleon/Illya, Spikesgirl58

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Title:  Various – Each prompt is named
Author:  Spikesgirl58
Fandom:  Man from UNCLE
Characters/Pairing(s)  Napoleon/Illya
Rating/Warnings:  PG-13
Word count 100 each
Disclaimer:  Not mine.  Wish they were.


Thanks, Sparky955!


016 Adornment


People kept smiling at him and Illya was confused as to why.  He’d even gone so far as to surreptitiously check his fly. 

He ducked into the bathroom and went to the mirror to stare at his reflection.  He had no traces of breakfast clinging to his mouth or chin.   The sound of the door opening made him turn.

“Hey, partner.” Napoleon grinned  and then headed for a urinal.

“Napoleon.”  Illya turned back to the mirror and sighed.  His eyes were twinkling, his mouth turned up in a huge grin.  Of course, he was wearing his love as an adornment.

                                                         or
People kept smiling at him and Illya was confused.  He’d even gone so far as to surreptitiously check his fly. 
He ducked into the bathroom and went to the mirror to stare at his reflection.  He had no traces of breakfast clinging to his mouth or chin.  He found the note as he patted his pockets. 
ILLYA - in Napoleon’s hand.
“I love you, always.”  Illya heard his lover whisper, then turned back to the mirror and sighed.  His eyes were twinkling, his mouth turned up in a huge grin.  Of course, he was wearing his love as an adornment.
(we couldn’t decide)


017 Color


Napoleon whistled softly as he ruffled through the files.

“You’re very happy today,” Monica said, looking up from her typing.

“I am.  Thank you.” 

“Any reason in particular?”

“Not anything that I can think of.”  Napoleon found the file he needed and closed the drawer.  He winked at Monica and headed out just as Illya was coming in.  They met in the doorway and dodged this way and that for a moment.  Napoleon laughed, clapped Illya on the shoulder and they left together.

Monica frowned now.  Napoleon had been whistling, Yellow is the Color of My True Love’s Hair.  Odd.

018 Seven Deadly Sins

Illya flopped back on the pillows, exhausted.  “We have violated at least four of the seven deadly sins this afternoon”

“Do tell.”  Napoleon brushed his sweat drenched hair back.

“Well, lust I think is self-explanatory.  Gluttony and greed because I will never get enough of you.  Pride because you are with me and no one else.

“What about envy?”

“I envy no one when I’m with you.

“Sloth?”

“Make me move from this bed.”

“That just leaves wrath.”

“Let someone or anything try to make us part.  They will feel my wrath.”

Napoleon smiled and kissed Illya.  “Perfect.”

“For now.”

019 Oops

They’d made a rule.  Hands off at work.  Napoleon watched Illya’s backside as he and April left the table, thinking lustful thoughts.  It would be so wonderful to take him right here and right now. 

“Hey, Solo. You got a minute?”

Napoleon smiled.  “Yes?”  He didn’t like MacCairdi.

“You need to reel it in.”

“Excuse me.”

“It ain’t right looking at a fellow agent like that.  Make people think you’re up to something.”

“I don’t understand.

“I got eyes.  A man doesn’t look at someone like that with pure thoughts.  You’d best leave April alone.  She’s bad news.”

“Opps.”


020 Elements

“This has all the elements of a good horror story.”  Napoleon muttered as he stoked the fire.

“I do not understand.”

“Abandoned house, thunderstorm, dead body.”

“Technically the house isn’t abandoned; we broke into an empty house.  The storm is waning and he’s only asleep.  He just feels like dead weight.”

“Have you ever noticed how heavy THRUSH are when they are unconscious?”

“They probably say the same thing about us.”

“Yes, but they lie.” Napoleon let his fingers trail up Illya’s leg.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking advantage of an opportunity?”

“Advantage later, work now, Napoleon.”

“Spoilsport.”

“UNCLE agent.”