The New Beginning Affair

A primal bellow accompanied liquid heating bathing his inner walls, jetting against his already over-sensitised prostate. He came a second time as Napoleon's seed possessed him, marking and claiming him. The thought alone made Illya go weak as his body was filled.

His world went grey as Napoleon's mouth found his bared throat biting and sucking once more as the last of his semen pulsed into Illya. He lay unmoving, moaning his loss as Napoleon slowly eased from his sated body. Dimly Illya was aware of a soft tongue licking over his stomach and chest and taking his satiated shaft into a warm, wet cavern to clean. He gladly snuggled into strong arms, laying his head against Napoleon's chest.

"Love you, Illusha," Napoleon murmured, holding his mate tightly.

"Love you, Pasha," Illya replied. It took the last of his reserves and he gave himself into the irresistible pull of post-coital lethargy.

Only you have the magic technique

When we sway I go weak (Lyrics: Sway)

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Just for the chance to love and live for

You, angel baby, you

(Angel baby) you're mine forever (Lyrics: Because You're Mine)

The time had flown in the chalet; already it was Monday morning. They had packed everything to take back with them early to ensure they could take advantage of one more chance to love before they had to leave their idyll.

They were outside, breathing in the cool, crisp, clean air. Illya's head rested on Napoleon's shoulder, and the brunet's arm was possessively around the blond's waist. They stared out at the perfect vista.

"It's so beautiful. I hate to leave it," Illya sighed softly.

"It will always hold a special place in my heart, too," Napoleon murmured, nuzzling against the blond's soft hair. "However, I'm sure I can find us a similar place in Aspen that we can visit on a regular basis. One with more comfort, too," he added.

"But..." Illya began, turning in Napoleon's arms to face his lover.

"No buts," Napoleon said decisively, stopping any objections by claiming the blond's lush, pink lips for his own. "What's the point of my having so much money if I never spend it on things to bring us pleasure? I can easily afford it, Illusha," he added quietly. "It's what I want to do. A whole new life for us, retired from field word, you in the Labs and me in training and recruitment. Of course, I'll frighten the new intakes by having them take on an innocuous, bespectacled scientist from the Labs during their first couple of weeks," he grinned, ignoring the indignant, spluttered response from his lover.

"It sounds too good to be true," Illya murmured, nuzzling against the broader body.

"I think we deserve it," Napoleon replied softly. "I have the best thing that has ever happened to me in my arms, and I intend to provide the best for the best. I want to give you everything I can, just because I can. I love you, Illusha."

"And I you," Illya responded instantly, claiming Napoleon's lips.

They kissed with the same single-minded intensity that had ensured their success during many missions. Each man determined to give as much pleasure as possible to the other. Their tongues met and swept back and forth, tasting and teasing, dancing to music only they could hear. They parted only when breathing became a necessity.

"Bed....now...." Napoleon panted his hazel eyes dark and demanding, blazing with love for the slender man in his arms. He groaned pulling Illya back against his chest for another soul-deep, all encompassing kiss. Grasping the blond's hand, he began to head to the cabin.

"Illya, want you, love you," Napoleon chanted as his fingers worked deftly on undoing buttons and zippers, hands decisively removing the unwanted layers of clothing that separated him from what he wanted.

They sank back onto the bed, limbs entangling effortlessly as if they had been lovers for years, not days. Napoleon moved over the sleek body beneath him, covering Illya, moaning his lover's name over and over in a chant of passion and desire.

He whispered his mate's name as a hand explored the smooth, warm skin of the lightly trembling body beneath him. He caressed the satiny expanse under his fingers, stroking, probing, reclaiming territory as his mouth devouring his lover's. His tongue probed deeply into the blissfully warm, wet cavern behind Illya's perfect lips, the taste threatening to drown him as Illya shuddered delightfully in his arms.

"Napoleon, Pasha, love....." Illya whispered. He had simply accepted the undeniable fact that making love with Napoleon reduced him almost to incoherency. His arms wrapped around the large, hungry body covering his. His hands caressed the toned, muscled back. His fingers traced mindless patterns across the now sweat-sheened skin.

Moaning softly, he arched his body up towards the older man as Napoleon fed eagerly on his exposed throat. The brunet's lips, teeth and tongue combined with precision on Illya's vulnerable flesh to raise another beautifully painful mark of possession as Illya cried out his encouragement. This was the kind of pain the blond would beg for if he could form intelligible sentences.

"More," was all he could husk.

"Mine," Napoleon growled, licking the vivid mark he had just left. His pelvis was grinding slowly and sensually against his lover's. He moved his hand to pinch and tug an innocent peaked nipple. "Mine, mine, my Illya," he growled, chanting the words repeatedly. He declared his possession in words as he had in actions. He mouthed at the blond's shoulder, nipping proprietarily.

"Yours," Illya groaned in willing capitulation. His fingers ran down the taut muscles of Napoleon's back. His hands cupped the firm buttocks that flexed and relaxed as Napoleon moved against him. He arched and thrust against his lover, pulling him closer, gasping in delirious pleasure as Napoleon's lips trailed down his neck. The older man painted a trail of kisses across his chest, before sharp teeth nipped and nibbled appreciatively at the nipples that tightened tightly at his mate's touches.

"Pasha," Illya whimpered the single word, his hands gently framing Napoleon's head as the older man growled, deep in his throat. Illya cried out as Napoleon began sucking roughly at his throbbing nipple. His lover's teeth were nipping at the sensitive flesh of the one reddened bud as a hand slithered across the damp skin of his chest to tug, tease and twist the other into a frenzied state of arousal.

Napoleon began to move down Illya's body, kissing, nipping and licking. His tongue lapped greedily at the sweat from Illya's skin, feeding feverishly on the pale expanse of silken flesh. He growled triumphantly as he felt Illya gasp and surrender everything to him, the blond's legs spreading eagerly as Napoleon's lips brushed across the aching swell between his lover's legs. His hands caressing his mate's hips, delving underneath the writhing body to palm taut buttocks as his mouth hungrily took hard flesh growling in an animalistic need as he began to feed on Illya's hard, damp and throbbing organ.

The sound from Illya's lips was a near scream of hedonistic pleasure as the older man's amorous assault threatened to overwhelm him. There was an insistent, sucking mouth and probing tongue on his shaft, and hands that stroked his ball sac, kneaded his flexing nether cheeks or ghosted maddeningly over his hidden entrance. He could feel Napoleon's throat as the older man swallowed the pre-come that flowed freely, which had an additional eroticism all its own.

Illya moaned and thrashed as much as his lover would allow, his fingers skittering across slick, hot skin as he tried to find some kind of anchor against the maelstrom of sensation that Napoleon created. He pulled the older man closer, crying out his name as his hips pumping up against Napoleon's shoulders, the heated sounds of unbridled passion rending the cool of the morning air.

In response Napoleon sucked Illya deeper, his tongue licking at the throbbing flesh in his mouth, drinking Illya's essence and savouring it as if it was fine wine. The Russian's flavour had been addictive from the moment the American had tasted it. He felt it flow across his tongue like honey as Illya gasped his name, coming in his mouth in hard spurts before the blond collapsed back into the bedding, moaning unintelligible sounds of passion and love. Sucking gently, to ensure not a drop was missed, Napoleon finally let the sated organ slide from his mouth.

"Pasha," Illya gasped, his body still shuddering with pleasure as Napoleon moved up over him once more, pressing hot, insistent kisses against his lips. "Pasha now, take me now, please."

"Illya, my love, caro mio," Napoleon murmured feverishly as captured his lover's lips in another deep kiss. He thrust his tongue into Illya's mouth as his hand delved between Illya's hot, sweat-dampened thighs. He rubbed over the blond's perineum, savouring the pleas that spilt from kiss-bruised lips, before finally drenching his fingers with lubricant, carelessly spilling it over his hand and the bed in his haste.

Eager to join with his mate, Napoleon pressed against Illya's tightly furled flesh, groaning as it opened, and his finger submerged deeply into the pulsating channel. He gave a feral growl of primal satisfaction as his mate cried out, the lithe body pressing desperately against him as Illya tried to ride the single digit, pleading for more.

"More, Pasha."

The older man heard Illya's gasp, and he responded by thrusting a second finger into his lover. He groaned openly at the sensation of the hot, tight channel clenching frantically around him, and the rocking of Illya's pelvis. His free hand pushed against Illya's thighs, spreading them further. He sank between them with another sound from deep in his chest that reflected the way in which he skirted the edge of animalistic lust and devout passion.

Napoleon growled softly, mouthing at Illya's sweat-damp skin, licking, kissing and nipping, feeling the tight resistance of Illya's body as it struggled to accommodate his fingers. As he added a third, Illya's heartfelt pleas were like molten lava, searing, scorching, impressing the blond's need on the older man and inciting his own desire almost beyond his control.

Illya writhed with wanton abandon, barely recognising himself. All of his much vaunted and infamous self-control had evaporated under the heat of Napoleon's desire. His scrabbling hands found the lubricant and, smearing some into his palm, he massaging it over Napoleon's pulsating hardness and spread his legs wider.

"Now, Napasha, now, please, he begged, pulling Napoleon down and devouring his mouth in a searing kiss.

"Illya, love, caro," Napoleon groaned the endearment as he sank down onto the beloved body. He guided himself between Illya's legs, slowly entering him. Twin cries rent the air as Illya arched cat-like against him, impaling himself onto Napoleon as he thrust as deeply into his lover's body as he could. Napoleon gasped as Illya's body consumed him, taking him into the tightest, sweetest heaven he had ever known. The emotions they shared seemed to almost vibrate the air around them with their intensity causing him to impel himself into Illya with a desperation that shook them both to their core.

"Napoleon, I have you, I love you," Illya moaned. He wrapped his arms around Napoleon's shoulders and his legs around the brunet's trim waist. He gave a cry of sheer bliss, arching his hips to take Napoleon as deeply as the bigger man could go.

"Yes...in you...love...mine..." Napoleon's words were fragmented snatches of his thoughts. He drove into Illya passionately. Their lips melded as their tongues danced in a sensual ballet and their hips moved to the same unheard and ancient music. It would have been impossible to know where the one ended and the other began, they were as one being as they cried out each other's names

Growls and groans escaped Napoleon as their passion increased. He was struggling to contain and prolong the need that boiled in their blood. He could feel his own, knowing instinctively it was the same for his lover. It was hurtling to the surface, incinerating everything in its path. It was not to be denied,

It screamed to the surface, along every cell and synapse as he plunged repeatedly into Illya's shaking body. He was striking the blond's sweet spot with every thrust, and he could feel Illya's erection sliding between them, untouched by his hand. He suddenly had the primal need for his lover to come just from the sensation of Napoleon inside him. He pressed their bodies closer, earning a soft wail of his name as his hips pistoned harder and faster.

For all the encounters in Napoleon's life, this was the first where he truly felt not just their bodies but their souls unite in a bond that would never be broken. He gave a primitive bellow of completion as the gates of heaven flew open and he spilled into Illya's body, the eruption of his seed rivalling that at the creation of time itself. He pulsed repeatedly, filling the quivering channel with his hot come, indelibly claiming and marking the blond as his for eternity.

At his apex, he felt the pinnacle of his lover's passion spray across their stomachs and chests. It seared across his skin and marked him, now and forever as the owner and possessor of Illya, the other half of his soul, the completion of his very being.

Nothing had ever felt this way for Illya as Napoleon plunged into him, and he clung tenaciously to the bigger male. He could feel his impending orgasm shimmering just seconds away from eternity. The first heated splash of Napoleon's semen was enough to send him sobbing the brunet's name into the abyss of ecstasy. He belonged, heart, body and soul, to this man and was finally complete in a way he would never have the words to describe. He welcomed the older man's possession as Napoleon's seed filled him.

Napoleon moaned softly, finally collapsing onto Illya, heart pounding and lungs heaving with spent desire. He shifted only slightly to ensure Illya could breathe, smiling against the damp, blond hair as his lover held him in place. He whispered Illya's name and myriad endearments and promises of love and devotion, caressing the sated body underneath his own. He did not resist as his face was finally guided to that of his lover's, and they kissed deeply, drinking the love they shared in the satiated afterglow.

"I love you, Illusha," Napoleon vowed as they parted to breathe.

"I love you, Pasha," Illya returned, smiling into the glowing face of his lover.

It was a vow as binding as any marriage vow; both men knew it and accepted it as the promise of forever.

We can sing in the glow of a star that I know of

Where lovers enjoy peace of mind (Lyrics: Volare)

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Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore

Hold me close, sway me more (Lyrics: Sway)

The two men stood waiting as the helicopter descended. Napoleon's arm was wrapped around Illya's waist as the blond leaned against him, neither willing to surrender their new intimacy a second before was absolutely necessary.

As it landed, they became a whirlwind of effective efficiency packing away their bags and settling themselves.

"This break sure looks like it did the trick for you, Illya," the pilot grinned. The blond seemed to glow with health. It was an incredible difference to the pale, wan man that he had carried out just a couple of days ago.

"It seems that my partner knew exactly what was best for me," Illya replied dryly, his face schooled carefully into neutrality, although he could not hide the sparkle in his eyes as he looked at Napoleon.

"Now maybe you won't argue with me so much, partner mine," Napoleon grinned.

"That'll be the day," Illya deadpanned.

The pilot looked from one man to the other. The banter was still there, but there was something else; something that had both men glowing as if alight from within. He gave a wide grin as the penny dropped.

"Let's go," he said.

Illya cast a quick worried glance at Napoleon, unsure of the older man's reaction to the intimation that the smile suggested. However, Napoleon simply scooped one of Illya's hands in his. Resignation as field agents would furnish safety of its own. They would no longer be targets. In addition, Illya would move into his more luxurious accommodation, and he would personally ensure its security was upgraded. If necessary he would employ private, personal security, although he doubted that would be necessary. Their enemies would have bigger fish to land than a new recruits' trainer and a Lab Tech.

They strode through UNCLE headquarters in much the same way as they always had. However, they grinned conspiratorially at the occasional frowns or puzzled looks they received. A difference was evident although people could not, as yet, fathom it out.

"You head to Human Resource and start collating the paperwork we need, caro mio," Napoleon said. "I'll just quickly detour and thank Anton. I'll arrange an evening he and his partner can come for a celebratory meal and drinks."

"Alright," Illya nodded and headed off.

Napoleon watched the blond vanish from sight and then headed towards the Doctor's offices. He took just a minute to relay his news to Anton and arrange a date and then asked the more pertinent question on his mind.

"Where is Mills?"

"His office. We have no current inpatients. May I expect an upcoming medical vacancy?" Anton asked, his face not showing the least concern.

"If I get my way," Napoleon replied.

Anton nodded. At the look on his friend's face he had no doubts. He picked up his pen and began drafting a job vacancy to present to HR.

Napoleon rapped cursorily as he let himself into Mills' office. He was unsurprised to see one of the female clerical staff on Mills lap. She jumped to her feet, adjusting the sweater she wore and rushed from the office.

"How dare you," Mills snarled, surging angrily to his feet.

"Don't do anything you'll regret, Mills," Napoleon drawled laconically. "I'm a fully-trained field agent. Sudden and aggressive moves might have me forget who you are and where I am and undertake a defensive manoeuvre to protect myself."

"Are you threatening me?" Mills asked incredulously.

"Of course not," Napoleon said with an easy smile. "I came here to share my good news. Illya and I are now more than simply work partners. The other thing I came to do was to advise you to look for a position in another Hub. I want you gone as quickly and unobtrusively as possible."

"You're joking," Mills scoffed, but the gleam in Napoleon's eyes sent a shudder down his spine. He knew how dangerous the man before him was. He was no longer the guilt-ridden man he had tried to manipulate. However, there was nothing Solo could say or do that he could see to jeopardise his position. All he had to do was keep away from Illya.

"No joke," Napoleon said easily, leaning his hip on Mills' desk. "It really isn't me you have to fear," he added conversationally. "I'm sure that someone who was so...interested...in my partner knows just how lethal Illya can be. I'm also sure that someone who purports to be intelligent would understand that, if I were to have a little heart-to-heart with Illya and let it slip that I almost dissolved our partnership because someone suggested I was failing him while telling him he was failing me, he would be very angry."

"You're bluffing," Mills croaked. That was not something he had taken into consideration.

"Try me," Napoleon replied, whirling to slam his hands on Mills' desk and stare with dark, dangerous eyes at the rapidly paling Medic. "Personally I would like ten minutes alone with you, to hurt you like you hurt him. However, I'll settle for you out of our lives permanently. If I don't hear you've resigned because you want to move on, I'll speak to Illya. And I can promise you, you'll wish you heeded my words if I do."