|dusty (dustandroses) wrote in dustyrydersrecs,|
@ 2006-05-28 16:50:00
|Entry tags:||au, author: nyssa, bondage, dom/sub, fandom: uncle, first time, i like this one, illya, napoleon, napoleon/illya, nc17, slash|
Man from U.N.C.L.E.
Fandom: Man from U.N.C.L.E.
Title: Standard Procedure
Genre: Slash, First Time, AU
Warnings: Bondage, Dom/sub
Notes: This is an alternate version of Illya and Napoleon's introduction. A new policy states that candidates for field agent be 'receptive to one's own sex' when duty demands such activities of them. Napoleon has been assigned the task of researching the private life and personal proclivities of the new guy in the Research and Development Department, to discover if he could be a good candidate for the position. So Napoleon goes exploring, and finds out a few things about himself along the way.
Napoleon cleared his throat. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. Mr. Waverly would like me to expand my linguistic horizons. I'm fluent in Italian, thanks to my grandmother from the old country, and I'm not too bad in French and Spanish. But the non-Romance languages are a bit of a chore for me, I'm afraid. I spent a year in Korea and barely learned how to say hello. And knowledge of Russian can be very useful for an intelligence agent these days. I wondered if you would mind teaching me a few things." He reached out and casually straightened the lapel of Kuryakin's white lab coat, letting his hand linger at the Russian's chest.
Kuryakin looked down at Napoleon's hand for a long moment, then up into his eyes. Napoleon held his gaze and smiled. He watched the blue eyes darken, saw the full lips part slightly, and a sweet, sharp ache began in the pit of his stomach.
Kuryakin took his glasses off and laid them on the desk, not taking his eyes from Napoleon's. "I would be happy to accommodate you, Mr. Solo. I have had some past experience with tutoring, and I am very patient with beginners."
The young Russian was not glancing nervously away from him, Napoleon noted. He was not blushing shyly. His eyes were boring steadily into Napoleon's as though reading his thoughts. Napoleon felt a warm heaviness settle in his genitals.
He drew his hand back. "Good," he said, and the huskiness of his tone was genuine. "Of course, I'd be willing to pay you for your assistance."
Kuryakin shook his head slowly. "That will not be necessary." His eyes left Napoleon's and traveled appraisingly over the CEA's shoulders and chest. "I find that the joy of teaching is reward enough."
Napoleon swallowed. "It's, ah, getting late. Why don't we go somewhere and have a bite to eat?" He lowered his voice until it was barely more than a whisper. "Then maybe we could go on to my place for our -- lesson."
"I would prefer my own apartment." Kuryakin paused. "I have certain -- teaching aids -- there which I believe would facilitate the learning process."
Napoleon heard a distant roaring sound begin in his ears. "All right.."
Kuryakin smiled slowly at him. "It will take me only a few minutes to finish up here. Meet me at Antonelli's at seven. That is, if you enjoy Italian food?"
"I love it," Napoleon said in a slightly strangled voice. "I'll see you there."
He walked out of the lab, wondering through a haze of excitement just when and how he had lost control of the conversation.
I rate this fic: I Like This One