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Illya Kuryakin ([info]redperilous) wrote in [info]toboldlyrpg,
@ 2017-11-25 20:28:00

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Entry tags:^ log, illya kuryakin | man from uncle, napoleon solo | man from uncle

WHO: Illya Kuryakin and Napoleon Solo
WHEN: 226411.25, evening
WHERE: Bungalow on Risa
SUMMARY: Illya and Napoleon are sharing a bed. Draw your own conclusion.
WARNINGS: TBD


Night two of sharing a bed with Solo was upon him and Illya was about ready to go sleep on the couch. The night previous had been so stiff and awkward, mostly because neither of them wanted to get within two feet of each other, which made their sleeping space considerably smaller. Still, it was for the best. He didn’t want Rogue to worry in the night that her powers might be hurting someone. She really needed her own bed, which meant Illya would deal with the American.

Napoleon was already in bed browsing something on the PADD while Illya got ready. After showering, he stood in just his boxer shorts while he brushed his teeth. He glowered for a moment before slowly putting on a white wifebeater. He usually got warm in the night and would have preferred to sleep with his shirt off, but the two of them had agreed to wear at least boxers and a shirt in bed.

The other man appeared engrossed in whatever he was reading, and Illya found himself staring at him for a moment as he stood beside the bed. Napoleon really was a handsome man, with a strong jaw and cheekbones. His eyes shifted down to his chest - obviously built, even when covered with a shirt. Perhaps he could maybe understand why one man would find another one attractive.

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[info]outlawthief
2017-11-26 04:42 pm UTC (link)
Whenever Napoleon kept his hair a touch too long, the curls made an appearance. It was only with the help of hair products that he could get it to behave and it was rare for anyone to see the natural state of his hair unless he had just taken a shower. Which, oddly enough, Illya now fell into the category of.

"I'm a lover, not a fighter," Solo teased, not realizing how it came off. For some reason, he was dropping his guard around the other man, which didn't happen too often, and never like this. There was a certain level of intimacy with sharing a bed with someone, even if they weren't technically doing anything. "You just want to get your hands on me and rough me up. I'm onto you, Peril." But it wasn't a no.

In all honesty, he probably could use a few lessons. He wasn't a bad fighter, but he wasn't as highly skilled as he could be. He relied too heavily on his looks and guns to get him out of situations.

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[info]redperilous
2017-11-26 05:00 pm UTC (link)
Illya snorted at his 'lover' comment. No argument there. His gaze turned back to the ceiling, and he couldn't stop the smile that curled on his face.

"Maybe so. So often I wish to punch you but do not get a chance. This way I can get it out of my system." This was nice, having a playful conversation. Illya was so unused to having friends, to trusting people, that it was difficult for him to let his guard down and just be close with someone else.

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[info]outlawthief
2017-11-26 05:51 pm UTC (link)
"Are you smiling? Do the wonders never cease?" It was not something he saw too often, but every time he did, it surprised him how relaxed Illya could be. Much like Illya, he didn't have many close friends, could count them on his hand really. Yes, he was friendly, but there very few people he let his guard down around.

And it was nice when he could. Who knew it would be a Russian KGB agent that would bring out this feeling in him.

"Alright, teach me your ways, Sambo master. I'll let you throw me around"

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[info]redperilous
2017-11-26 06:11 pm UTC (link)
"The muscles in my face do work," he confirmed, though he punctuated it with a bit of a scowl. He wouldn't want to smile too much, now. Illya never would have guessed that he would feel this comfortable around a CIA agent either. They were supposed to be his sworn enemies, and yet just one mission together had shown him that not all Americans were terrible.

"I think you'll like it," he added cryptically, letting Napoleon decide whether he was talking about Sambo or about being thrown around by him.

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[info]outlawthief
2017-11-26 09:14 pm UTC (link)
"I never would have guessed it with the way you scowl all of the time. Most have a resting neutral face. Your resting face looks like this." Napoleon put on a comically exaggerated version of Illya's scowl.

Yes, this was the nature of his life now: on a pleasure planet in the middle of space, with a KGB agent in his bed, who he couldn't touch, but was making fun of. He never would have guessed that this would be his life.

Dropping his scowl, he said, "The Sambo or the throwing around? Because I assure you that if you're throwing me around, there's only one way I'm going to like it."

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[info]redperilous
2017-11-26 09:35 pm UTC (link)
Illya gave him a smirking look. “My face does not look like this.” Really? He could not control what his face looked like. It wasn’t like he wanted to walk around smiling like an idiot everywhere.

He would have given Napoleon more grief about his final comment if he hadn’t brought that response upon himself. Somehow, he was getting more used to being the subject of the other man’s flirting. “I think you would sleep with the wall if you found it attractive.”

It was relatively easy to rationalize Solo finding him attractive so long as he didn’t think about the other man having any sort of romantic feelings for him. Those were two separate things. Surely he didn’t feel that way anyway?

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[info]outlawthief
2017-11-26 09:47 pm UTC (link)
"No, but it's not that far off from the way it looks." Napoleon was just glad that Illya found the humor in his teasing and didn't take him seriously. No one wanted to be on the bad side of Illya Kuryakin, not unless they were looking to be thrown through a wall.

"I mean, if the wall was a good conversationalist and could love me back the way it should, I see nothing wrong with that." He was thankful that Illya had chosen to let his attraction to him go as a joke, as nothing more than Napoleon being Napoleon, than anything else

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[info]redperilous
2017-11-26 10:01 pm UTC (link)
It would probably take a lot at this point for Napoleon to really piss him off. He was the closest friend that Illya had. He knew how to push Illya’s buttons, but he also knew when to back down, and he knew which subjects he should never joke around about.

Illya nodded at the confirmation that Napoleon would probably bed anyone or anything. Yes, it was much more comfortable to think of it that way. Of course he would find Illya attractive. He found nearly everyone attractive.

He rolled onto his side, facing away from the bed so that he could switch the light on his side off, then settled down on the pillows. “Goodnight, drug.” Napoleon knew a fair bit of Russian and would surely recognize the word for ‘friend’.

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[info]outlawthief
2017-11-26 10:58 pm UTC (link)
There was a hint of surprise on Napoleon's face when he heard the word friend come out of Illya's mouth. He knew they had already admitted they were friends, but every time that was confirmed always led to surprise. The fact that they had gone from trying to kill each other to this was still hard to believe most days.

"Goodnight, friend," Napoleon repeated back, turning to switch off the light on his side and bathing the room in moonlight from the window they had left the blinds open on. And, feeling like they reached a point where they weren't going to be awkward, he pulled his shirt off and threw it onto a nearby armchair. If Kuryakin had a problem with it, he'd have to talk to the Risa weather gods because it was too humid that night for Napoleon to sleep with clothes on.

Settling back in bed, he prepared to sleep.

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[info]redperilous
2017-11-26 11:39 pm UTC (link)
Illya was trying to get into a comfortable position when he heard Napoleon moving around behind him. What was he doing? Glancing over his shoulder, Illya discovered that his partner had taken his shirt off. What the hell?

"What is this? I thought we agreed to keep clothing on." It was pretty humid in the room, but Illya hadn't planned on being in any state of undress while in bed with him.

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[info]outlawthief
2017-11-26 11:44 pm UTC (link)
"You're lucky I'm leaving my boxers on. It's too humid for a shirt," Napoleon said, eyes firmly closed, hands folded onto his chest as he laid on his back. Clearly trying to sleep. "Don't worry, your virtue will remain intact. I'm not the cuddler in this bed."

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[info]redperilous
2017-11-26 11:52 pm UTC (link)
"I am not a cuddler," he said, a bit of a growl in his voice. There was a possibility that he was, since he had woken up with his bed partners crushed against him one or two times. However, he hadn't ever actually been told by anyone that he was a cuddler, so it was quite easy to defend his position that he was not.

Sitting up, Illya peeled off his shirt and tossed it to the floor. "If you get your shirt off, I get mine as well."

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[info]outlawthief
2017-11-27 12:00 am UTC (link)
Oh God, there was a big part of Napoleon that loved it when Illya got all scowly and growly. There was just something about it that made Napoleon want to be thrown around by him.

Opening up one eye, he watched as Illya took off his shirt. Frowning, as he didn't expect the other man to do that, he said, "Really, Peril? That's how you're going to play this?"

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[info]redperilous
2017-11-27 12:07 am UTC (link)
"That is exactly how I am going to play this, Cowboy." Tit for tat. That was how their relationship seemed to be, friendship or not. Illya turned back on his side, facing Napoleon, in order to try again to go to sleep. He pulled the sheet up a little past his waist and placed one arm under the pillow and the other on the mattress in front of his body.

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[info]outlawthief
2017-11-27 12:26 am UTC (link)
Both eyes open, Napoleon scowled. This was not how this was suppose to go. This was quickly careening into torture territory. Illya was sculpted like a Greek God. He could pretend he wasn't when he had a shirt on. But now? Now there was no chance of pretending.

"You're unbelievable." Solo closed his eyes again and tried to go back to sleep. And not even thirty seconds later, he opened his eyes and turned his head to glare at Illya. "Go sleep on the couch."

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[info]redperilous
2017-11-27 12:44 am UTC (link)
This time Illya’s scowl was a bit less playful. “Der’mo.” He growled. “You are the one who took his shirt off first. You go sleep on couch.”

He wasn’t moving, and he would love to see Napoleon try to get him to move. As far as he was concerned, it was the other man’s problem. Illya could be comfortable like this. Well. Maybe moreso if he turned over.

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[info]outlawthief
2017-11-27 01:02 am UTC (link)
The urge to fight the other man was starting to become something he couldn't ignore. There was challenge in Illya's voice and Napoleon was hard pressed to ignore it. "Peril, I've given up on the idea of bringing people back to the bungalow because we have to share. Do you realize how you look? The least you could do is put on a shirt."

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[info]redperilous
2017-11-27 01:13 am UTC (link)
Illya sat up, inadvertently exposing his whole chest in the process. “What does this have to do with anything? What do you mean how I look?”

He was confused. It was his chest, not his entire naked body. And he wasn’t sure why he taking his shirt off in bed meant that Napoleon couldn’t bring any of his dates back here. Maybe it was language. Illya’s English was very good, but things still sometimes got lost in translation.

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[info]outlawthief
2017-11-27 01:35 am UTC (link)
"I'm sure you wouldn't appreciate me bringing back any dates, yes? So I would appreciate you, in turn, keeping a shirt on," Napoleon said, rolling his eyes and pointedly not looking down beyond the blond's face. There was logic in his words, but only because he fully understood what he was talking about. Illya, however, wasn't privy to his inner thoughts and would probably remain a little lost.

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[info]redperilous
2017-11-27 01:47 am UTC (link)
And so he was. His face was screwed up with confusion. Obviously if he brought dates back it meant that he couldn’t sleep in the bed, which meant that Napoleon was-

Woah. Realization suddenly hit him. Was he saying that he wouldn’t be able to sleep in this bed if Illya kept his shirt off? The implications of that for him took him to a place that he didn’t particularly want to go because he would rather not think about them.

Illya found it kind of ridiculous though. He tried to appeal to whatever practicality the other man had. “But I am hot,” he protested.

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[info]outlawthief
2017-11-27 02:00 am UTC (link)
"Yes you are. And, thus, the problem," Napoleon said, exasperated and deciding that enough was enough. "I'll sleep on the couch. I hope you appreciate my sacrifice." Solo could be such a dramatic bitch, some days. Pushing off the sheets, he grabbed his pillow and went to the closet, where he recalled seeing extra sheets and pillows when they had been exploring upon arrival. Pulling more sheets out, he gathered his belongings and started for the living room, thus, the couch.

"Goodnight, Peril," he called over his bare shoulder.

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[info]redperilous
2017-11-27 02:14 am UTC (link)
“Bozhe moi,” he said under his breath, along with a few other Russian curses. Napoleon seriously couldn’t sleep in this bed with him with his shirt off? Ridiculous. They would be sleeping, not cuddling together barechested.

When Napoleon started to move to the living room though, Illya gave a huge sigh. He kicked the sheets off got out of bed, locating his shirt on the floor. “You are ridiculous man,” he scolded while he worked to untangle the shirt and put it back on. “I hope you are happy with yourself. Now I sweat all night.”

With a huff, he returned to the bed, keeping to his side and glaring at the wall.

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[info]outlawthief
2017-11-27 02:19 am UTC (link)
He was definitely smug when he turned and walked right back to bed, dropping the pillow back in place and leaving the sheets on the armchair where his shirt was laying. "I am happy. Because I like winning." He knew this would grate on Illya's nerves, but, honestly, sometimes Napoleon didn't know how to leave well enough alone, especially after he won something.

Laying down, the smug smile on his face didn't leave, even as he closed his eyes to sleep.

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[info]redperilous
2017-11-27 02:28 am UTC (link)
“Fuck you,” he said, in English that time so there was no mistaking it. Illya kicked the sheet off of him because even having that on top of him was too much in the heat. He tried to relax, even though he was seething, tried to do some of the breathing techniques that Gaby had taught him. It helped in as much that he no longer felt like he needed to punch a wall. Illya kept his back turned to Solo as he tried to get comfortable and go to sleep.

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[info]outlawthief
2017-11-27 02:35 am UTC (link)
The smugness died a bit, seeing and feeling the heat of the words. If Napoleon had any hope to keep the goodwill they had cultivated just now, he would have to deal with a little discomfort. "Fine. Take the shirt off, I'm not going to make a bigger deal about it." He knew better than to reach out and poke Illya to get his attention, so he just hoped he wasn't going to pretend to sleep at this point.

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[info]redperilous
2017-11-27 02:43 am UTC (link)
Illya groaned and sat up once again, pulling the shirt off of his body, possibly tearing it in the process, and throwing it across the room. “Tomorrow, you switch with Rogue,” he said. At least he knew that with her there would be zero complaints about him having his shirt off. “Now shut up so I can go the fuck to sleep.”

Out of deference to him, Illya would at least try to sleep facing the wall, though he didn’t know where he might end up in the morning.

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