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The Heart of Stone Affair by Sarah Lindsay (NC17)
And now for something completely different...
Fandom: MAN FROM U.N.C.L.E.
Pairing: Napoleon Solo/Illya Kuryakin
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: Incognito – A MFU e-zine at Lyrebird Mound
Why this must be read:
A long-term undercover assignment for Illya, and an accidental drug exposure form the underpinnings of a story that is truly the stuff crack fiction is made of. Sure, some of the dialog is a little stilted, but this story remains a guilty pleasure that I go back to again and again in my panoply of -- and yes, I swear this will be the last of its ilk that I’ll rec -- we must have sex for the sake of the mission stories.
It doesn’t hurt either that it manages to hit a number of my Illya kinks: Illya undercover as a grad student in 1968 (don’t ask) (BING); long-haired and hot Illya (BING); Illya in jeans (don’t ask) (BING); sexually pragmatic Illya (BING, BING, BING!). Oh yeah, and the idea of Napoleon stoned, for some reason, just amuses me to no end.
Solo fell back panting. God, Illya isn't half bad. I wonder if the KGB taught courses in how to give head. He giggled at the thought, unable to stop himself.
Kuryakin raised his head and peered up at him through his shaggy blond bangs. "Having fun, Tony? I hope I'm not tickling you." His face was as calm and expressionless as if he had asked Solo to pass the salt at dinner.
Napoleon closed his eyes and tried to regain control of himself. The incongruity of the cool, detached look on his partner's face in this incredibly intimate situation had disturbed Solo enough to quell his fit of the giggles. On the other hand, he had a throbbing erection and the hash was beginning to make him feel as if he were melting into an unlimited ocean of sensual bliss. This stuff must be an aphrodisiac if I can feel this turned on doing it with another guy. Especially one who acts like he's reading an encyclopedia.
Another fit of laughter threatened to overwhelm Solo. Then he remembered that Illya's life could be endangered by his behavior and made an all-out effort to maintain his cover role. "Oh, Billy, I've missed you so much. Why did you have to leave me?" Napoleon declared fervently.
The Heart of Stone Affair
Fandom: MAN FROM U.N.C.L.E.
Pairing: Napoleon Solo/Illya Kuryakin
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: Incognito – A MFU e-zine at Lyrebird Mound
Why this must be read:
A long-term undercover assignment for Illya, and an accidental drug exposure form the underpinnings of a story that is truly the stuff crack fiction is made of. Sure, some of the dialog is a little stilted, but this story remains a guilty pleasure that I go back to again and again in my panoply of -- and yes, I swear this will be the last of its ilk that I’ll rec -- we must have sex for the sake of the mission stories.
It doesn’t hurt either that it manages to hit a number of my Illya kinks: Illya undercover as a grad student in 1968 (don’t ask) (BING); long-haired and hot Illya (BING); Illya in jeans (don’t ask) (BING); sexually pragmatic Illya (BING, BING, BING!). Oh yeah, and the idea of Napoleon stoned, for some reason, just amuses me to no end.
Solo fell back panting. God, Illya isn't half bad. I wonder if the KGB taught courses in how to give head. He giggled at the thought, unable to stop himself.
Kuryakin raised his head and peered up at him through his shaggy blond bangs. "Having fun, Tony? I hope I'm not tickling you." His face was as calm and expressionless as if he had asked Solo to pass the salt at dinner.
Napoleon closed his eyes and tried to regain control of himself. The incongruity of the cool, detached look on his partner's face in this incredibly intimate situation had disturbed Solo enough to quell his fit of the giggles. On the other hand, he had a throbbing erection and the hash was beginning to make him feel as if he were melting into an unlimited ocean of sensual bliss. This stuff must be an aphrodisiac if I can feel this turned on doing it with another guy. Especially one who acts like he's reading an encyclopedia.
Another fit of laughter threatened to overwhelm Solo. Then he remembered that Illya's life could be endangered by his behavior and made an all-out effort to maintain his cover role. "Oh, Billy, I've missed you so much. Why did you have to leave me?" Napoleon declared fervently.
The Heart of Stone Affair