Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.
Pairing: Napoleon Solo/Illya Kuryakin
Category: slash (if you squint)
Word Count: 200
Notes: I’m sorry, I was angry. Nothing serious, but when I get angry, that can mean only one thing….poor Illya. This is a bit depressing to read.
Original Publication Date: 9 June 2009
He comes round, dazzling white lights raining down. Pinprick in his arm, head swimming and then his blood is on fire. Twisting against his bonds like a hooked fish, he screams.
Tell us the codes.
Several curses emerged as his body convulsed, but he wouldnt give in.
If you wont tell us, your partner will.
Forcing his eyes open, the pain threatened to overwhelm as he looked across the room. Mirrored glass cleared and on the other side was Napoleon, chained up. As he watched a single tear roll down his face Illya knew he couldnt give in.
He comes round, chains holding him upright against the wall. Legs free, but with a broken ankle the pain lances up through his legs and back.
Some low level THRUSH make a feeble attempt at trying to get information. Not even any drugs, torture of hypnosis. What complete amateurs!
The guard sneers at him.
Looks like we wont need anything from you after all. Your little Commie fag partner is about to spill. Wanna see?