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The Healing by Nataliya (NC-17)
Fandom: Man from U.N.C.L.E.
Pairing: Napoleon/Illya
Author on LJ: Cousinnat
Author Website: None
I was looking at my list of stories to recommend and discovered I have two by Nataliya. She’s been mentioned several times in the past, and deservedly so. If you haven’t discovered her already, read this story and then read some of the past recommendations.
Why this must be read:
Nataliya writes about two strong and secure men who are not afraid to admit to feeling affection. Her dialog is clever and faithful to the series, and her sex scenes are very believable and hot.
Is this story Illya has been cruelly tortured, forcing him to move in with Napoleon for several weeks while he combats his night terrors. From the beginning of the story you can sense Solo and Kuryakin’s camaraderie and how comfortable they are in their partnership. As the story develops, Nataliya skillfully paints a picture of how the little acts of kindness which each the partner does for the other makes them gradually aware that what they are feeling is more than just friendship.
Solo strode into the Medical section of Headquarters the next morning with a spring in his step. He’d remained there the night before until the doctor on duty assured him that Kuryakin’s vital signs were strong and that he was in good condition. Now he was looking forward to a dull day after the adrenaline charged events of the previous evening.
“How’s 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.
The doctor hesitated a second too long with his reply, and Solo’s mood changed instantly. “Is there a problem, John?” he asked flatly.
“A word, Napoleon,” the doctor said, cocking his head toward his office.
Once 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.
Harrison looked up at him. “Please sit down,” he said softly.
Solo complied. “I’ll stand on my head if it’ll start the information flowing,” he said with an uncharacteristic raise in tone.
Anxiety translated into anger in Section Two agents. The doctor was accustomed to being glowered at, interrogated like a criminal, even manhandled occasionally. But his voice stayed calm and he didn’t mince words. “Did Illya tell you he was tortured?”
Solo 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 any evidence of it, though.”
The Healing
Pairing: Napoleon/Illya
Author on LJ: Cousinnat
Author Website: None
I was looking at my list of stories to recommend and discovered I have two by Nataliya. She’s been mentioned several times in the past, and deservedly so. If you haven’t discovered her already, read this story and then read some of the past recommendations.
Why this must be read:
Nataliya writes about two strong and secure men who are not afraid to admit to feeling affection. Her dialog is clever and faithful to the series, and her sex scenes are very believable and hot.
Is this story Illya has been cruelly tortured, forcing him to move in with Napoleon for several weeks while he combats his night terrors. From the beginning of the story you can sense Solo and Kuryakin’s camaraderie and how comfortable they are in their partnership. As the story develops, Nataliya skillfully paints a picture of how the little acts of kindness which each the partner does for the other makes them gradually aware that what they are feeling is more than just friendship.
Solo strode into the Medical section of Headquarters the next morning with a spring in his step. He’d remained there the night before until the doctor on duty assured him that Kuryakin’s vital signs were strong and that he was in good condition. Now he was looking forward to a dull day after the adrenaline charged events of the previous evening.
“How’s 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.
The doctor hesitated a second too long with his reply, and Solo’s mood changed instantly. “Is there a problem, John?” he asked flatly.
“A word, Napoleon,” the doctor said, cocking his head toward his office.
Once 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.
Harrison looked up at him. “Please sit down,” he said softly.
Solo complied. “I’ll stand on my head if it’ll start the information flowing,” he said with an uncharacteristic raise in tone.
Anxiety translated into anger in Section Two agents. The doctor was accustomed to being glowered at, interrogated like a criminal, even manhandled occasionally. But his voice stayed calm and he didn’t mince words. “Did Illya tell you he was tortured?”
Solo 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 any evidence of it, though.”
The Healing