Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.

Pairing: Napoleon Solo/Illya Kuryakin

Category: slash

Rating: PG

Word Count: 405

Summary: Just a kiss, a bit of a tease.

Table/Prompt: Plot!WhatPlot? Table Prompt: On the Desk

 

 

 

 

“It’s kind of endearing, you know.”

“What?”

Napoleon braced his hands on the desk and leaned over his partner.  “That little bit of overbite, you hardly ever let it show.”  Napoleon’s voice dropped lower.  “It makes you look approachable, almost, ah, human.”

Illya dropped his pen and turned a glare on his partner.  “I’m inhuman now, is it?”

“Not inhuman, just so damn perfect that the rest of us mortals have a hard time measuring up.”  Napoleon did not back off, though there was a warning bell in the back of his lizard brain telling him he was skating on a very thin edge.  An equal amount of that lizard brain was enjoying the look in Illya’s eyes, his glare equal parts exasperation and predatory gleam.

Illya stood and crowded Napoleon back toward his own desk.  “I’m unapproachable?” Illya’s voice was low now as well, bordering on the growl he got when he was very angry.  Or very aroused, Napoleon realized.

He wondered if he’d pushed his famous luck a little too far, teasing his partner.  Napoleon couldn’t resist teasing though, getting an honest laugh from his careful partner was worth the danger.  And that laugh was how he’d gotten here, pushed back against his desk, Illya so close to him that he could feel the warmth of his body radiating against his own, though Illya was still inches from touching.

Napoleon opened his mouth to sweet talk his partner back into his chair to finish the report so they could go home for the night, but never had a chance to try as Illya pushed him onto his desk and locked his mouth over Napoleon’s.

It was a fiery kiss full of all the aggression Illya could pack into it, branding his partner with searching tongue and nipping teeth as his hands ran up into Napoleon’s hair to hold his head still for his plundering.  He was not unaware of the results, for either of them, pressed against his lover as he was, laid over the desk.

Illya pulled back finally, rewarded with the sight of his partner disheveled and catching his breath in gulps.

“Now, allow me five minutes of peace and I will finish signing this report in triplicate and we can continue this discussion in a rather more appropriate environment.”

Napoleon just let his head fall back on the desk, imagining the discussion continuing at home.

Illya smiled, ever so slightly.