Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin were in the office of Alexander Waverley, waiting to see what case they would be assigned this time.
"This job that I want you to do should be quite relaxing for you both."
Illya and Napoleon looked at each other with eyebrows raised in disbelief. Ignoring his two best agents, Waverley continued.
"You two will travel to Sydney, Australia, where you will be staying at the Menzies Hotel. During the day you are to do all of the normal tourist things, and every evening you will attend the Royal Astor Gentlemen's Club. This is a very exclusive club, and you can only be admitted at the invitation of an existing member. You will find your invitations with the rest of your papers. Whilst you are in the club, you are to look out for this man."
Waverley handed over a photo of a man of about 40 years of age. He was dressed in an expensive suit, and had the appearance of old money.
"Who is he?" Illya asked.
"His name is Lord Damien Carruthers, but that isn't important. All you have to do is watch for him at the club, and when he arrives, report that fact to UNCLE, Sydney. You are not to do anything except observe and report. As I said gentlemen, a nice, relaxing job."
Napoleon raised his eyebrows at this and exchanged a glance with Illya as if to say 'What's the catch?' As they rose to leave, Waverley added.
"By the way gentlemen, this is an exclusive club for men who prefer to be with other men. Because of this, you are to pose as a couple while in the club."
"What?!" Both Napoleon and Illya looked shocked at this.
"Why couldn't someone from the Australian branch do this job?" Illya asked while Napoleon stood there looking shell-shocked.
"The Australian branch is still fairly small, and the only available agents are female. They cannot enter the club and so, as a favor, I am lending you to them briefly. I am sure that you can act convincingly during this job." With that, he dismissed them from his office.

Napoleon still looked shell-shocked and followed Illya back to their office automatically. All the while his thoughts were whirling around his head.
//Oh my god. How am I going to survive this job? Illya will find out and then I'll lose my partner. I can't lose him... I love him too much. I need him to be with me... I want him so much, but he doesn't see me as anything but his work partner! Please god... Don't let me lose Illya!//
Unknown to Napoleon, his partner was facing a similar dilemma. He too had fallen for Napoleon, but hid the fact more successfully behind his iceman façade. Napoleon was the only person who had ever seen through the ice to the fiery young man beneath, but even he hadn't been able to penetrate the final layer and see the love hiding there. A love that Illya was finding harder to hide each day. //Napoleon is going to find out and then I'll be alone again.// Illya thought morosely.

Both came to the conclusion that they would try to enjoy the trip and stock up memories for the lonely days ahead. If this was going to be their last time together, then they would take advantage of every last moment.

The plane touched down at Mascot, Sydney at 10am. By the time they cleared customs, picked up their hire car, and drove to their hotel, it was lunchtime. The two men changed quickly and headed out for lunch. They quickly found a café, and settled in for a meal before slowly wandering through the streets. Both men had been to Sydney before, but had had no chance to do any real sightseeing, as they had been too busy running after THRUSH. It was a pleasant change to be able to relax and stroll around where they wanted instead of where they *had* to. Neither had relaxed 100%, because even though they weren't working, they never knew when THRUSH would try something and so a small portion of their mind was cataloguing their surroundings for anything out of the ordinary. It was not even a conscious action on their parts, it was just something that was a part of them. Both had put their worries about the job behind them for the moment, and were enjoying the time spent together.

The fears resurfaced as they changed into their Tuxedos in preparation for the club. Would this be the last day of their friendship? Both prayed that this would not be the case.

Napoleon caught his breath at the sight of Illya in a Tux. //God he is so gorgeous.// He noticed Illya's bow-tie was crooked and he reached out to straighten it and the lapels of the jacket. His hands lingered a moment longer than was necessary, and when Illya looked up at Napoleon, he caught a fleeting glimpse of what looked like desire.
//No... It's just wishful thinking on my part. Even so, I think I'll keep an eye on him tonight. If there's any chance he feels the same...// Illya cut himself off and fixed his mind on the job.

The doorman at the club scrutinized the invitations carefully before letting them through the heavy entrance doors. The lobby was richly carpeted and the walls were paneled with Oak. The whole effect was one of money and good taste. It reminded Napoleon of the exclusive clubs of London. As they passed the second doorman, they came into the bar. Leather armchairs and lounges were arranged around wooden tables, creating intimate gathering places. The men already in the club were sitting or standing mainly in pairs. As they caught sight of Napoleon and Illya, they discreetly checked them out. Napoleon saw more than one look of interest thrown in Illya's direction and he felt a wave of jealousy pass through him at the thought of them touching *his* Illya. He caught himself at that, and then noticed that some of the men gave him knowing smiles in return. Illya had also caught some of the glances that were given to Napoleon and unconsciously moved closer to *his* partner. Neither partner realized that they were sending out signals saying 'Keep away... He's mine!'

Napoleon placed his hand on the small of Illya's back and guided him to an empty table. As soon as they were seated, a waiter appeared for their drink order. When the drinks arrived, they settled comfortably into the leather chairs, and started talking about everything and nothing.

In the Dining Room, they continued their conversation. They automatically kept one eye out for Lord Carruthers, but they were mostly concentrating on each other. Later, as Illya went to the restrooms, he passed within earshot of one of the tables, and he overheard the two diners talking.
"It is so obvious that they are in love," one diner commented.
"Yeah... They've obviously been together for a long time," sighed the other.
Illya glanced at the speakers only to find them looking between him and Napoleon.
//Oh god... They're talking about us. Do we really seem like that to others? I know I love Napoleon, but he doesn't love me more than a friend... Does he...? Maybe he does... No! That's just wishful thinking again.//

When Illya returned to the table, he watched Napoleon carefully. He noticed the way his eyes lit up as he returned and couldn't believe that he had missed it before. //Maybe there is hope.//

After dinner, they moved to the main lounge. A band was playing dance tunes on a small stage at one end. There was a dance floor and a few couples were slow-dancing. Some of the men were snuggled together on the lounges and some others were kissing their partners. Napoleon saw this and reached for Illya's hand. //How can something so simple seem so right? It feels so good just holding his hand... What would it feel like to hold him properly?// Almost as if he could read his thoughts, Illya turned to him.
"Come dance with me Napoleon." The tone was welcoming, but his body language gave nothing away.

They fit together on the dance floor as if they had been made for each other. Illya's body felt so good sliding against his, that Napoleon couldn't help the feelings of arousal that shot through his body. He could feel himself starting to harden, and tried to pull away before Illya felt him. Illya's arms tightened and pulled him closer. They both gasped as the evidence of their desire came together. Napoleon could feel that Illya was also aroused and he forced himself to look into Illya's eyes. When he did, he felt as if he was drowning in bottomless blue pools. As he watched, he saw the final layer of ice melting deep within Illya and the love shone out so strongly. //He loves me too!//

He felt hands pulling his head down and then Illya's mouth was on his. Electric shocks raced through them and lips parted to allow further exploration. Both groaned when their tongues met and an age-old battle began. They pressed closer together, trying to become one. Eventually oxygen was needed and they broke apart gasping.
"I love you Illya... So much."
"Love you too Napoleon... Just wait until I get you alone!"
With that, Illya placed his head on Napoleon's shoulder and they continued dancing until it was time to return to the hotel. The man they were watching for had not appeared, and so they had to return again the next night.

The drive back to the hotel was full of glances that promised an unforgettable evening. Both men were very aroused at the thought of what they would continue on with once inside. It was so much like a dream come true, that Illya discreetly pinched himself to see if he was awake. Napoleon saw the small movement and smiled.
"It is real Illya. It's not a dream... I do love you."
The smile that Illya gave in response to that made Napoleon press harder on the accelerator so that he could get back to the hotel quicker.

The trip up to their room was pure torture, as they had to keep their hands to themselves. The moment the door to their room closed behind them, they were in each others arms. Mouths fused together and hands roamed. Clothing became restrictive and was quickly removed by both men. A trail of discarded items led from the door to the bed, and the two men fell back onto the bed, mouths still fused. When their hard cocks came into contact, the last rational thoughts left completely. They started to thrust against each other, their hard cocks rubbing, their pleasure spiraling upwards. It was too good to last long. Almost as one they reached the peak and tumbled over, calling each others names before being lost in the pleasure.

Reality slowly filtered back into Napoleon's brain, and he could feel the evidence of their desire cooling on his belly. The warm weight of Illya was sprawled across him, and he opened his eyes in time to see the beautiful blue eyes look up. His breath caught in his throat, as Illya appeared even more beautiful than before. For the first time, he looked totally happy and Napoleon silently vowed that he would do *anything* to make sure he stayed that way.

Without words, promises of forever passed between them. They kissed to seal their promises.
"How about joining me in the shower love?"
"Sounds good to me. As much as I love you Napoleon, I do not want to get stuck to you just yet."

Together they made their way to the shower. When the water was the right temperature, they both slipped in. Napoleon started to run his hands over Illya's body. He soaped up his chest, making sure that his hands lingered over his nipples. Illya gasped and arched towards Napoleon as his lips followed the same path down the newly washed chest. When he sucked on a nipple, Illya groaned and grabbed onto the dark hair. Napoleon kissed and licked his way across to the other nipple, and gave it the same treatment. Illya groaned again and helped to guide Napoleon's mouth further south. Napoleon took his time over the flat stomach, and by the time he reached his goal, Illya was rock-hard and leaking. When Napoleon's mouth closed over Illya's cock, his knees almost buckled, and the last conscious thought disappeared. All he could do was feel as Napoleon took him deep into his throat. He didn't notice the finger that entered him, but when that finger stroked across his prostate, he exploded into Napoleon's mouth. He still didn't notice when Napoleon turned him around to face the wall. The finger entered him again, spreading soap around his entrance. A second finger joined the first, and started carefully stretching the muscles. When he was relaxed, a third finger joined the others, and Illya started pushing back against the invaders. He wanted more.
"Napoleon... I need you now... I need you inside me!" he bit back a whimper as the fingers left him. Soon he felt the blunt head of Napoleon's cock at his entrance, and he pushed back hard. Both men yelled as the connection was completed. The feeling was overwhelming, and they started moving together in an age-old dance. Napoleon reached around to stroke Illya's cock in time with his thrusts, faster and harder until they both exploded, screaming each others names.

The warm water slowly roused the two men from their position on the floor of the shower. They managed to stand and quickly rinsed before turning off the water, and drying off quickly. They made their way to bed, crawling into each others arms before falling into a deep, relaxing sleep.

Napoleon was dreaming that a gorgeous, blonde-haired, blue-eyed man was kissing and stroking his way down his body. He opened his eyes in time to see a wicked look reflected in his partner's eyes, before Illya swooped down and swallowed him whole. The strong hands on his hips stopped him from thrusting up into that hot mouth. Illya's mouth licked and sucked forcefully, until Napoleon exploded. The eager mouth milking him greedily. He then felt a finger circling the entrance to his body. He thrust back so that the finger penetrated him. Illya needed no more encouragement, and started loosening the tight muscles. When Napoleon was thrusting back on three fingers, Illya pulled out and quickly lubed his hard cock before pushing gently into his love. They savored the closeness for a moment before starting to move. Illya drew back and then slammed hard into Napoleon. As he thrust he reached between them and gripped Napoleon's hard cock. It only took a few more strokes before the pleasure became too much and they exploded.

This time when Napoleon was aware of his surroundings again, he saw those beautiful, blue eyes looking down at him.
"Morning Napoleon." Illya kissed him gently.
"Wow... What a way to wake up. Much better than an alarm clock. Are you going to wake me up like that every morning?"
"Every morning that I can my love." They kissed again; gently exploring each others mouths. Sated for the moment, they were content to just kiss and snuggle together.
"I think we need another shower."

This time they just washed each other gently, still sated from before. When breakfast was delivered, they spent the time feeding each other and sharing kisses.

The day was spent wandering through Taronga Zoo and then relaxing in the Royal Botanical Gardens. It was hard not being able to hold hands and kiss, but they found many excuses to touch each other during the day.

At the club that night, they were able to touch and kiss each other again. They talked to some of the other men at the club, and danced some more. Again, Lord Carruthers did not appear.

Alexander Waverley answered the call from Australia.
"Hello Damien. Is our little plan working?"
"Very well indeed Alexander."
"I would love to let it go on longer, but I need my two best agents back. I think you should appear at the club tonight and give them the letter I prepared."
"Will do. Do you think they will be angry at our deception?"
"Maybe a little, but they will get over it. Don't worry about it Damien."
"Alright then. I will tell them tonight, and they will be flying back tomorrow on the 3pm flight."
"Thanks again for your help Damien."
"My pleasure Alexander. You now owe me one."
"That I do. Goodbye my friend."
"Goodbye."

Alexander Waverley sat back looking pleased at having pulled this job off. He had wondered if it would work, but obviously it had. If it hadn't... He shuddered at the possibility.

It had been a week now, and Sir Damien Carruthers had still not appeared in the club. Privately, Napoleon hoped he wouldn't show up. This past week had been pure heaven. He had spent the entire time in the company of the man he loved more than anything else, and they had spent many, many hours getting to know each other more intimately. There was no way that he could ever think of his partner as a cold person ever again. Underneath the icy layers that he showed to the rest of the world was an extremely passionate and fiery young man. He loved the fact that he was the only one to see this side of Illya, but he definitely wasn't going to let anyone else in on the secret!
//He's all *mine*!//

They were at the club again and were snuggling in one of the lounges, when suddenly Napoleon felt Illya tense slightly. He followed his eyes and spotted the man they had been watching for. His eyes swept the room, and when he spotted Napoleon and Illya together on the lounge, he smiled and headed over towards them.
"Good evening Napoleon and Illya. Mr Waverley sends his regards."
Both looked surprised at this.
"Good evening to you too Lord Carruthers."
"No need for formality, just call me Damien."
"Damien it is then... May I ask just exactly what is going on?"
"You certainly may. Mr Waverley prepared this letter for you so as to answer any questions you may have." He passed the letter over to Illya, who quickly opened it and read the contents.
"That double-crossing..."
"Show me love." Illya handed the letter to Napoleon and was then surprised when Napoleon started laughing.
"It seems he knew us better than we did love."
"I know... I thought I hid it better than that!"
"He is the head of Section 1 for a reason you know," Napoleon kidded gently. That comment earned him a quick kiss from Illya. Turning back to Damien, Napoleon continued.
"I gather this means that our holiday is over?"
"Yes, unfortunately. Mr Waverley did say that he needed you back."
"Well, it was good while it lasted," Illya stated softly.
"Yes it was." They looked at each other, their eyes showing their regret that the holiday was over.
"Your plane leaves tomorrow at 3pm. I'll leave you now to enjoy the rest of your evening." With that he rose and walked away from the two men.

Napoleon and Illya were both quiet for a while, contemplating what they had learnt.
"What's going to happen when we go back?" Illya asked, breaking the silence. Napoleon knew that Illya was asking about their relationship.
"I don't know what is going to happen, but I do know that I love you and that I'm not going to let you go. I wish we could stay longer here. This last week has been perfect."
"I love you too Napoleon. I don't want this to end either. I can't bear the thought of going back to my apartment after spending this week with you."
"Then don't... Move in with me. My apartment is more than big enough for both of us."
"I don't know... What about work?"
"Mr Waverley obviously won't have a problem with us, so we don't have to worry there. As for the rest, I don't care. We would have to be discreet, of course, but I am not going to deny us... Anyway, most people already think we're together." Illya looked shocked at the last statement.
"How do you know this?"
"I have overheard conversations at various times to that effect... Well Illya... Will you move in with me?" Napoleon held his breath while waiting for Illya's answer. He was scared Illya would say no.
"Yes." It was said quietly, but the look in Illya's eyes said everything that the word hadn't. They kissed to seal their decision.
"Take me back to the hotel Napoleon," Illya whispered firmly.
"With pleasure my love."

The drive back to the hotel was filled with burning glances full of promise. They held hands, unwilling to let go even for a moment. Even though this was only the beginning of their life together, this night was the last night of their holiday, and the end of this magical, worry-free time. Nothing else could ever be the same as the last week had been, and they felt a slight sadness at its ending.

Back in their hotel room, they quickly found their way into each others arms. The kiss seemed to rock them to the core. The commitment they had made earlier helped to intensify their feelings. The build-up was slow but intense, both content to take things slowly. Clothing was removed slowly, and the exposed skin worshipped by hands and mouths. By the time they reached the bed, the last barrier had been removed, and they tumbled onto the soft surface with arms and legs entwined. Napoleon took control once they were in the bed and started worshipping the smaller body. He couldn't get enough of the smooth skin and soft, silky hair. His mouth trailed down the smooth chest and flat stomach to the hard cock. As he took the hard organ into his mouth, Illya moaned and thrust up into the warm heat. Strong hands pinned his hips down as the worshipping continued. When he let go of the rock-hard cock, there was a whimper of loss. He continued to stroke the warm body with one hand, while he found the lube with the other. He squeezed some out and started rubbing the sensitive opening to Illya's body. Illya tried to push back on the finger that was tormenting him and then he was entered, one finger gently stretching the tight muscle. Soon two fingers were gently pumping and stretching. When Illya started pushing back against three fingers, Napoleon quickly lubed himself and entered his love in one smooth thrust. They held still, enjoying the feeling of the connection. It felt as if they were finally complete, that their souls had joined to create one person. The feeling was overwhelming, and Illya pushed back in order to get Napoleon to move, before they started a slow thrusting. Napoleon changed his angle slightly so that he grazed Illya's prostate with every stroke, still keeping the strokes steady. The tide of pleasure swelled until Napoleon reached between them to grab Illya's leaking cock. Both went beyond anything they had ever felt before and the pleasure exploded through them at the same time, causing them to see bright flashes of light before the blackness took over.

When Napoleon opened his eyes, he noticed that it was almost morning. He realized that they had passed out. That had never happened to him before, and it caused his love for Illya to grow even stronger. He looked down at the beautiful man beside him, and sent up a prayer of thanks that they had found each other. Looking down again, he realized that he was even more aware of his partner. It was almost as if he was projecting an energy field that Napoleon's body could detect. That would be a great advantage when they were working.

Blue eyes opened and caught Napoleon staring. Their gazes locked, communicating without the need for words. They kissed gently, their bodies still sated from earlier.
"I do love you Illya... So much," murmured Napoleon.
"I know you do. I can feel it here." Illya placed his hand over his heart. "After last night it feels as if I am carrying a part of you with me. I can feel you with me... Even if we weren't touching I would be able to know you were here."
"How on earth did you manage to read my mind? That was exactly what I was thinking while I was watching you sleep."
Illya just smiled and snuggled closer to Napoleon. Suddenly they were both aware of the mess they were in. They were both liberally splattered with the dried evidence of their love.
"I think a shower is more than overdue," Illya suggested. They both climbed out and made their way to the shower. Once inside, they began gently cleaning each other, arousing each other with gentle strokes and kisses. Their loving was slow and built to a powerful climax. After drying themselves off they crawled back into bed for a few more hours sleep.

The seatbelt sign flashed off and Napoleon tuned to Illya with a wicked grin on his face.
"Have you ever joined the mile-high club?" Napoleon questioned.
"Why do I get the feeling that I won't be able to answer 'no' after today?" Illya sighed with pretended indignation.
"Because you love me?" Napoleon answered while trying to look innocent.
"Just as well, or I might be forced to kill you!"
"And I love you too Illya," Napoleon laughed.
They gazed at each other briefly before rising and making their way down the aisle.
It was a very memorable flight!

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