Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.
Pairing: Napoleon Solo/Illya Kuryakin
Category: slash
Rating: PG
Word Count: 278
Summary: An evening out.
Table/Prompt: Plot!WhatPlot? Table Prompt: Theatre Cloakroom.
Fancy meeting you here.
Does that line work often?
Illya turned to find his partner standing close, too close. He drew himself up and gave Napoleon a disdainful look.
You know, you cant look down your nose at me when I am taller than you.
You slouch.
Napoleon, in the act of standing up straighter, stepped yet closer, close enough now that his voice was barely a soft brush of sensation against Illyas ear, his breath stirring the blond hair above and teasing the soft skin beneath. Im sure there must be some posture you might approve, perhaps we can discuss it later.
Illyas voice was equally soft now, I believe we have made other plans, later.
In that case we should, ah, seize the moment at hand. Napoleon was even closer, his lips brushing against Illyas ear now, his whisper a warmth of distraction, the tip of his tongue tracing the edge of that ear and down to tease across the lobe.
Illya turned his head with a growl and captured the teasing mouth with his own, sucking Napoleons lower lip between his, running his tongue along the line between gums and teeth, pushing his partner now, hands on Napoleons shoulders and landing them behind the rack of long coats. Napoleon met his invading tongue with his own and catching Illya against him, hands on his partners hips, pulled him hard against himself.
Finally pulling back from the kiss, Illya asked, voice low and still growling, What are you thinking, Napoleon?
Im thinking that the coat check girl is going to be back from her break in another minute and we had best be gone by then.