It was a slow day in UNCLE headquarters and both Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin were catching up on all of the paperwork that their previous case had generated. It was rare that things were this quiet, and Napoleon was starting to wish for something... anything... to happen. It was pure torture being constantly in Illya's presence, and he had no distractions to keep his mind away from forbidden topics... Such as how much he wanted to run his fingers through the silky, golden hair... Or how much he wanted to kiss those full lips, or just drown in those gorgeous blue eyes... Napoleon shifted in his seat, and tried to concentrate on the form on his desk.

A small movement from his partner caused Napoleon's mind to focus on him again. He could feel his hands itching with the need to run them over the compact body, and he shifted again as he felt his body respond to that idea. He almost groaned aloud when he caught sight of Illya's tongue unconsciously wetting his lips. Instead he shifted again, and tried to find some relief from his trousers that were now too tight.

Illya was aware of the state that Napoleon was in, but not of the cause. The idea of Napoleon being aroused was affecting him, but he was much better at hiding it. Jealousy was slowly building in him over the woman that he presumed Napoleon was thinking about. When Napoleon shifted again he couldn't help himself.
"Who is she?" Illya questioned.
"What?" Napoleon looked confused.
"Who is she? The one you are thinking about and obviously want to be with," Illya clarified.
He couldn't help staring as Napoleon blushed and mumbled a reply.
"It's not a she."
"Not a she?" Illya questioned, not sure that he had heard right.
Napoleon didn't answer and Illya felt his jealousy grow. //He finds men attractive, but not me!// Like picking at an open wound, he had to ask.
"OK then... Who is he?"
Napoleon squirmed and refused to look at Illya. The silence between them grew as Illya continued to watch Napoleon. The way that Napoleon refused to look at him caused the realization to grow in Illya's mind. //It's me... He's thinking of me!// He knew that if he left it to Napoleon, then nothing would ever happen. He would have to be the one to push.

Illya locked the door and then made his way across the room towards Napoleon. As he got closer, Napoleon started backing away. Illya kept advancing until Napoleon had his back against the wall. He stopped so that they were almost touching. He could feel the heat flowing off of him and had to use every last ounce of his willpower not to close the gap between them. Looking up at Napoleon he tried again.
"Who is he?"
Napoleon still wouldn't answer, and he looked as if he was close to a panic attack. Illya decided to put Napoleon out of his misery.
"I want you too Napoleon," he whispered before moving forward and closing the gap between them. They both gasped as their bodies came into full contact, the evidence of their mutual desire rubbing together. As their lips met, instinct took over. Mouths opened, and tongues dueled, while hands tore frantically at clothing. Soon they were pressed together skin to skin. Illya wrapped his arms around Napoleon's neck, and lifted himself onto his toes. Their hard cocks came into contact, causing both men to groan and start thrusting hard against each other. The pleasure built quickly, and both men toppled over the crest at the same time, before crashing down to the ground.

When Napoleon became aware of his surroundings again, he could feel the warm body on top of him. They had collapsed onto the floor, and they were both liberally splattered with come. He looked at Illya for the first time since he had been questioned, and felt his heart swell as their gazes met. Illya looked gorgeous. His eyes glowed, his hair was mussed, and his lips were swollen and red from their kisses. //I did that!// Napoleon thought and tightened his arms around his partner. He knew that there was an enormous grin on his face, but he couldn't help it. //Illya is all mine!//
"Napoleon... I have wanted you for so long... I love you." The grin on Napoleon's face grew even bigger in response to that statement.
"I love you too Illya... Very much!" They kissed gently before pulling apart reluctantly.
"We had better clean up a bit, and then I think we should get out of here."
"Agreed."