Man With A Gun, by Nataliya [PG-13]

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I'm Sithdragn, and I'm driving the van for MFU for the month of December. I can't say there's a theme to the stories I'll be rec'ing, because I'm basically a characterization slut. I'll read anything -h/c, pwp, angst, humor, even some romance- as long as the characters are recognizable to me as the characters I see on the screen.

Yadda yadda, enough about me, on to the spies.

Fandom: MAN FROM U.N.C.L.E.
Pairing: Napoleon/Illya
Author on LJ: cousinnat
Author Website: n/a
Why this must be read:
One thing every law enforcement fandom has in common is an appreciation for holsters. The way a holster accentuates muscle and bone, the masculine smell of deadly weapon wrapped in leather. It's a universal lust love. If we notice it, it makes sense that the characters in our fandoms would notice it, right? In Man With a Gun, Napoleon definitely notices. And appreciates. And who can blame him?

Illya would sometimes come out of the bathroom, fresh from a shower, and slip that holster on over his bare skin. I would grin from ear to ear and he would take a wide stance like a gunslinger at a showdown, his hands loose at his sides. "Wipe that smile off your face, Solo," he would say. Or, "I knew you were Thrush from the first day I met you." Or, "Stick 'em up, or whatever you'd care to stick up."

Man With a Gun isn't about poetic verse or plot; it's a short romp into sexy, insightful and playful. So sit back, imagine you've just asked Napoleon Solo, "So what is it about Illya that makes you crazy?" Then imagine he pours you a scotch and shares this little story with you.

Man With A Gun