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Tell Me No Lies, by Keelywolfe (NC-17)
Fandom: THE MAN FROM U.N.C.L.E.
Pairing: Napoleon Solo/Illya Kuryakin
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
keelywolfe
Author Website: http://www.ravenswing.com/~keelywolfe/
Why this must be read:
keelywolfe writes Napoleon and Illya as men. Men who have very difficult jobs, and who have been damaged by what they do, but who are far enough on the 'good' side of the scale to still be human, and likeable. And as men who need someone who understands them. In their line of work, that leaves very few options, the best of which is . . . each other. She also writes very cleanly, her prose a joy to read. And the sex is, well. I'll let you find that out for yourselves. The world they inhabit is perhaps a little darker than the one shown on-screen, but it's not all that far a step to get there. The only problem I have with her MFU fiction is that it's all TOO DAMNED SHORT. I wish I had an epic of hers that I could recommend, but failing that, here's one of her longer pieces, one which shows us both the damage, and the understanding. Here's a little sample to tempt you:
Illya's face was cool to the touch, the faintest hint of freshly shaven roughness beneath Napoleon's fingertips. It was too easy, far too easy, to close his eyes and trace the lines of Illya's face, memorizing something that was already too well known. The slick taste of Illya's mouth beneath his own was like something out of a dream, the acidic flavor of coffee sweetened by his own tongue. His hair was coldly silken, still damp to the touch from his morning shower and Napoleon threaded his hands into it helplessly, holding Illya still for the kisses he couldn't seem to stop.
Tell Me No Lies, by Keelywolfe
Pairing: Napoleon Solo/Illya Kuryakin
Author on LJ:
keelywolfeAuthor Website: http://www.ravenswing.com/~keelywolfe/
Why this must be read:
keelywolfe writes Napoleon and Illya as men. Men who have very difficult jobs, and who have been damaged by what they do, but who are far enough on the 'good' side of the scale to still be human, and likeable. And as men who need someone who understands them. In their line of work, that leaves very few options, the best of which is . . . each other. She also writes very cleanly, her prose a joy to read. And the sex is, well. I'll let you find that out for yourselves. The world they inhabit is perhaps a little darker than the one shown on-screen, but it's not all that far a step to get there. The only problem I have with her MFU fiction is that it's all TOO DAMNED SHORT. I wish I had an epic of hers that I could recommend, but failing that, here's one of her longer pieces, one which shows us both the damage, and the understanding. Here's a little sample to tempt you:Illya's face was cool to the touch, the faintest hint of freshly shaven roughness beneath Napoleon's fingertips. It was too easy, far too easy, to close his eyes and trace the lines of Illya's face, memorizing something that was already too well known. The slick taste of Illya's mouth beneath his own was like something out of a dream, the acidic flavor of coffee sweetened by his own tongue. His hair was coldly silken, still damp to the touch from his morning shower and Napoleon threaded his hands into it helplessly, holding Illya still for the kisses he couldn't seem to stop.
Tell Me No Lies, by Keelywolfe