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The Naked Truth by Blondie (NC-17)
Fandom: MAN FROM U.N.C.L.E.
Pairing: Napoleon Solo/Illya Kuryakin
Author on LJ: not yet
Author Website: none, but her other stories are hosted at File 40
Why this must be read:
Drugged sex is a major kink of mine. There is nothing more satisfying and funny than having character A half-crazed with lust for a bewildered and confused character B. If drugs can help things along, so much the better.
This time it's Napoleon who is given a new truth serum by Thrush: a fitting revenge for all the times he's been distracted by a pretty woman while on assignment. Illya comes to the rescue and finds himself with much more than he can handle:
Napoleon looked down at the Russian’s groin. He’d seen his partner naked before-–in the showers, in hotel rooms-–but he’d never allowed his gaze to linger too long. He had noticed that his partner was respectably endowed-–not bad, considering he had no Italian blood in his veins. It had crossed Napoleon’s mind, on more than one occasion, to wonder what his friend’s reaction might be if he did more than look.
It might be worth finding out.
He chuckled at the thought and sighed happily as he looked up at his friend's face. "Mm, you’re hot," Napoleon whispered.
"I'm fine," Illya assured him with a frown, keeping his eyes on the road.
Napoleon smiled, sliding his hand down to caress Illya’s thigh. "No, I mean, you’re hot!" Illya's eyes briefly left the road to stare at him. Napoleon winked and squeezed the flesh under his hand.
Kuryakin blanched. Oh, Lord! "Napoleon, please sit back and try to get some sleep. We'll be home in an hour or so."
"Can't wait that long. Waited long enough..." Solo informed him as he pulled at Kuryakin's belt and dropped his head onto his lap.
There is a lot to love about this fic. The breezy humour and sexual sizzle is effortless and a joy to read. Victor Marton only made a single appearance in canon (Foxes and Hounds Affair) but he is vividly brought to life in all of his smug oiliness. Illya's matter-of-fact attitude as he struggles with an ardent Napoleon is laugh-out-loud funny. Of course, there's a little angst the day after...but true love and truth serum win out in the end.
The Naked Truth
Pairing: Napoleon Solo/Illya Kuryakin
Author on LJ: not yet
Author Website: none, but her other stories are hosted at File 40
Why this must be read:
Drugged sex is a major kink of mine. There is nothing more satisfying and funny than having character A half-crazed with lust for a bewildered and confused character B. If drugs can help things along, so much the better.
This time it's Napoleon who is given a new truth serum by Thrush: a fitting revenge for all the times he's been distracted by a pretty woman while on assignment. Illya comes to the rescue and finds himself with much more than he can handle:
Napoleon looked down at the Russian’s groin. He’d seen his partner naked before-–in the showers, in hotel rooms-–but he’d never allowed his gaze to linger too long. He had noticed that his partner was respectably endowed-–not bad, considering he had no Italian blood in his veins. It had crossed Napoleon’s mind, on more than one occasion, to wonder what his friend’s reaction might be if he did more than look.
It might be worth finding out.
He chuckled at the thought and sighed happily as he looked up at his friend's face. "Mm, you’re hot," Napoleon whispered.
"I'm fine," Illya assured him with a frown, keeping his eyes on the road.
Napoleon smiled, sliding his hand down to caress Illya’s thigh. "No, I mean, you’re hot!" Illya's eyes briefly left the road to stare at him. Napoleon winked and squeezed the flesh under his hand.
Kuryakin blanched. Oh, Lord! "Napoleon, please sit back and try to get some sleep. We'll be home in an hour or so."
"Can't wait that long. Waited long enough..." Solo informed him as he pulled at Kuryakin's belt and dropped his head onto his lap.
There is a lot to love about this fic. The breezy humour and sexual sizzle is effortless and a joy to read. Victor Marton only made a single appearance in canon (Foxes and Hounds Affair) but he is vividly brought to life in all of his smug oiliness. Illya's matter-of-fact attitude as he struggles with an ardent Napoleon is laugh-out-loud funny. Of course, there's a little angst the day after...but true love and truth serum win out in the end.
The Naked Truth
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Yummy!
Great story!
:)pg
Re: Yummy!
Blondie writes for zines, but she usually puts them online after a year. So expect to see more from her in the future!