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True Colours by Kitty Fisher (NC-17)
Fandom: MAN FROM UNCLE
Pairing: Napoleon/Illya
Author on LJ: KittyFisher
Author Website: http://www.devinemadness.com/kittyfisher/
Why this story must be read
Up until now I’ve been recommending fairly short stories. This story is long! 504K. And every time I’ve read it, I’ve read it from beginning to end without stopping because I get so engrossed in it. Fortunately, Kitty has it posted in segments so you can read the story in parts and not stay up all night the way I do.
This is a story about Napoleon slowly realizing exactly what his feelings are for Illya. It’s not a humorous story like my prior recommendations – it’s angsty and an intriguing story of hurt and comfort. But I would still classify it as a love story. I find it absolutely mesmerizing.
Be aware! This story contains rape scenes.
There are elements in the story that don’t totally fit my personal image of U.N.C.L.E.: an intolerant Waverly and a Solo who at the beginning of the tale is somewhat cruel and heedless of Illya’s feelings. Nevertheless, the writing is so good, the background of the characters well-developed, and the psychology of everyone’s actions is so intriguing, that everything works in the story.
PROLOGUE
It had only ever happened once. One moment when they had let the boundaries of society slip and trusted to their feelings rather than their carefully constructed individuality. If Napoleon had been less ruthless, then possibly the sex wouldn't have mattered quite so much. Or then again, maybe that one night's excess was always destined to be a catalyst for unease.
It had — for both men — been a matter of need. Though the American thought his was greater than it really was, and the Russian, underestimating nothing as was his wont, and knowing the exact measure of his own need — being able to gauge it with nuclear precision — still gave himself unequivocally to the moment. Of course it had been Napoleon who had...asked was too polite a word...demanded, was closer to the mark. Illya, cool self–possession disguising volcanic intensity with practised care, had nodded and laid himself naked upon Napoleon's ice–blue sheets, tasting there for the first and last time, perfection.
It had been over too soon. Leaving an aching void that hinted at more than loss and physical distress.
Illya tried not to dwell on it. But sometimes the absence of previously unvalued intimacy reminded him. And sometimes Napoleon's mere presence was all it took for a lifetime's training in independence to be worn away just that little bit more. A fact which worried him. For when the erosion was complete, what would be left, if anything at all?.
True Colours: http://www.devinemadness.com/kittyfisher/colour1.htm
Pairing: Napoleon/Illya
Author on LJ: KittyFisher
Author Website: http://www.devinemadness.com/kittyfisher/
Why this story must be read
Up until now I’ve been recommending fairly short stories. This story is long! 504K. And every time I’ve read it, I’ve read it from beginning to end without stopping because I get so engrossed in it. Fortunately, Kitty has it posted in segments so you can read the story in parts and not stay up all night the way I do.
This is a story about Napoleon slowly realizing exactly what his feelings are for Illya. It’s not a humorous story like my prior recommendations – it’s angsty and an intriguing story of hurt and comfort. But I would still classify it as a love story. I find it absolutely mesmerizing.
Be aware! This story contains rape scenes.
There are elements in the story that don’t totally fit my personal image of U.N.C.L.E.: an intolerant Waverly and a Solo who at the beginning of the tale is somewhat cruel and heedless of Illya’s feelings. Nevertheless, the writing is so good, the background of the characters well-developed, and the psychology of everyone’s actions is so intriguing, that everything works in the story.
PROLOGUE
It had only ever happened once. One moment when they had let the boundaries of society slip and trusted to their feelings rather than their carefully constructed individuality. If Napoleon had been less ruthless, then possibly the sex wouldn't have mattered quite so much. Or then again, maybe that one night's excess was always destined to be a catalyst for unease.
It had — for both men — been a matter of need. Though the American thought his was greater than it really was, and the Russian, underestimating nothing as was his wont, and knowing the exact measure of his own need — being able to gauge it with nuclear precision — still gave himself unequivocally to the moment. Of course it had been Napoleon who had...asked was too polite a word...demanded, was closer to the mark. Illya, cool self–possession disguising volcanic intensity with practised care, had nodded and laid himself naked upon Napoleon's ice–blue sheets, tasting there for the first and last time, perfection.
It had been over too soon. Leaving an aching void that hinted at more than loss and physical distress.
Illya tried not to dwell on it. But sometimes the absence of previously unvalued intimacy reminded him. And sometimes Napoleon's mere presence was all it took for a lifetime's training in independence to be worn away just that little bit more. A fact which worried him. For when the erosion was complete, what would be left, if anything at all?.
True Colours: http://www.devinemadness.com/kittyfisher/colour1.htm
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