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The Man From U.N.C.L.E. - Napoleon/Illya. Table 1 - Nature. Prompts: 08 - Sky. 02 - Hail

TITLE: Years Go By
AUTHOR: Ashleigh Anpilova
FANDOM: The Man From U.N.C.L.E.
PAIRING:  Napoleon/Illya
GENRE: Slash
TABLE: Nature
PROMPT: 08 - Sky
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 150
SUMMARY: Illya considers the sky.
WARNINGS: None
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I merely borrow them from time to time.



When he first came to America he thought the sky was crowded.

Crowded in a way it had not been in his homeland.

But as the years went by he grew used to seeing more than just stars in the sky.

As the years went by he also grew used to being partnered with Napoleon Solo.

And as he grew used to the partnership, something else began to infiltrate his senses: friendship, companionship and finally, and unexpectedly, love.

One night he came home to the apartment he and his partner, his lover, now shared, and found his partner, his lover, in bed with a woman.

He did not stop to say anything.

He simply walked out.

Walked out into the street.

Walked out into the night.

Walked out into the dark.

Now, for the first time in more than a decade he saw that the sky, like himself, was empty.





TITLE: Ceaseless
AUTHOR: Ashleigh Anpilova
FANDOM: The Man From U.N.C.L.E.
PAIRING: Napoleon/Illya
GENRE: Slash
TABLE: Nature
PROMPT: 02 - Hail
RATING: G
WORD COUNT: 300
SUMMARY: A sequel to Years Go By. Illya walks the streets.
WARNINGS: None
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I merely borrow them from time to time.



The wind whipped around him, blowing his hair off of his face; blowing so hard that for a moment or two he had to fight to move.

With the wind came the hail, pouring down on him, hitting sidewalk and bouncing off it. Hitting him, cutting into him. He didn’t even feel the needle sharp bullets.

Finally tired of fighting against the wind, the hail and his feelings, he paused.

He paused and allowed Napoleon to catch up with him.

Had Napoleon believed he had not known he was being followed?

Illya doubted it.

"Illya?"

He turned and looked through the hail at his partner, his lover. For the first time in their acquaintanceship, Napoleon looked a mess. His hair flopped over his forehead; his shirt was untucked; his jacket, despite the ceaseless hail, was unbuttoned

"She means nothing."

"I know." And he did. In many ways that made it worse.

"Then come back. Come home. Come home with me, Illyusha. Please."

He stood, the wind still swirling around him, the hail still beating down on him, and he knew.

He knew he would do as Napoleon asked.

He would return with him.

He would do so because there was nothing else he could do.

It hurt.

Not quite as much as it had done the previous time.

Just as next time it would not hurt quite as much as this time.

And the time after that would not hurt quite as much as . . .

Until the day came when it no longer hurt.

And then he could keep walking.

As he turned against the wind and the hail, letting the former blow his hair forward and help propel him along and the latter beat down on his back, Illya did what he always did: prayed that day would never come.





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