Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.
Pairing: Napoleon Solo/Illya Kuryakin
Category: slash
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Notes: Written for the LiveJournal group slashthedrabble challenge #258 – “heat”
Original Publication Date: 8 August 2010
Illya found himself being thrown into a stereotypical dungeon cell; damp with little illumination coming from the moon through the barred window. Dusting himself off, he tensed when he heard a low moan coming from the corner of the cell. As his eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness he made out the huddled figure of a man.
Napoleon?
Illya rushed over, crouching down to better gauge the condition of his friend. Carefully Illya turned his head up; Illya could feel the dried blood in Napoleons hair. Even in the dim light he could see bruises forming on Napoleons face and neck. As gently as he could he shifted Napoleon to a sitting position with his back against Illyas chest.
Illya, is it really you?
Yes, Napoleon its me. He could feel Napoleon relaxing against him. You must stay awake. Youve probably got concussion.
Im so cold, Napoleon murmured. Its warmer when Im asleep.
Illya wrapped as much of himself as he could around the larger man. Ill keep you warm. Well share body heat.
Napoleon turned in his embrace, nuzzling Illyas neck. Ive got a few ideas on how to generate body heat.