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[ill_take_bottom]

It was way too hot to just hang around the hotel room. He needed to really cool off so he'd decided to put on his bathing suit and then he'd headed down to the pool. He took a few hours just swimming and enjoying himself before coming back up, entering their room dripping wet. He eyed Illya for a moment, smiling. "You really should have joined me. That pool was amazing."

He grabbed a towel he'd tossed over a chair before heading out, drying his hair and rubbing the towel over his skin. "You really need to cut loose sometimes. You would enjoy yourself a lot more and maybe you wouldn't look so constipated all the time."

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[lovingyourwork]

Russians didn't do well in hot weather. Or at least, Illya wasn't very used to it. He still refused to wear as few clothes as his American partner. That would be undignified, and he wasn't comfortable either with showing all his scars to the world. But god, wasn't Cowboy making things difficult. As if he wasn't feeling hot already, then Solo had to go and walk around in barely anything. Illya felt heat rise to his cheeks just looking at him.

"I'm not constipated, I'm keeping things professional." He snapped, almost too quickly, trying his best to not look at...well, Napoleon's everything on display. He was probably failing.

[ill_take_bottom]

"Not everything has to be kept professional at all times. In here, we can be normal. You can have fun." He shook his head before pushing the speedo down and off, leaving him completely naked before he started drying off again. "That is part of our mission. We're investigating a playboy. We won't get in with him if he thinks we're too uptight. It'll blow our cover."

He shrugged, smirking at him before walking into the bathroom to finish drying off.

[lovingyourwork]

"Fun." Illya blinked at him as if Napoleon had only announced that night was day. He was about to argue that they could be fun when the mission was over but the man had a point about their mark. Then he almost growled when Napoleon stood stark naked in front of him.

"You are shameless, Cowboy. No wonder you are having fun with mission."

His eyes followed Solo as he left, eyes looking the curly wet hair at his nape, his wide shoulders, memorizing the curve of his back and down...Illya looked away so fast he almost hit one of the chairs.

[ill_take_bottom]

"I wasn't always like this." He called out before poking his head out of the bathroom, staring at him. "You do enough missions like I have...you learn that nothing matters anymore." He said, shrugging a shoulder, his expression hard for just a moment before blanking out again. "This is no different. You'll learn too, Peril."

He brushed his fingers through his hair, ducking back into the bathroom before coming out in pants and no shirt. There was a knock on the door and he went over, opening it and taking an envelope from the woman there. He smiled at her before shutting the door again and ripping open the envelope, reading the paper. "Interesting."

[lovingyourwork]

'I have done enough missions, they were never fun and always important.', Illya wanted to say back but he held his tongue, for once understanding what was Napoleon trying to express.

"We will see." His frown softened, not fully disappearing. He was annoyed and the treatment the American had gone through when he was the CIA's pet.

The paranoid part of him cringed after seeing Napoleon open the envelope so quickly and carelessly, for all they knew, his cover could have been blown and the package a bomb. Seeing as how Napoleon's was still very much alive, and looking fine, Illya walked over him.

"What is it? Should I be worried that you find whatever is in there 'interesting'?"

[ill_take_bottom]

"Well, seems our playboy plays for a different team." He said, looking at Illya pointedly. "The man is homosexual. So we need to change tactics a bit." He said, handing the note over. "He'll be at a prominent underground gay club in town. We will be making an appearance ourselves. I hope you can handle acting like a couple. You didn't seem to have a problem with it with Gaby."

He pulled clothes out of his suitcase, finding an outfit that would work well for the club. "We need to find something for you to wear. Something to...accentuate your body."

[lovingyourwork]

Illya only hummed in acknowledgment but his eyebrows rose up in slight surprise. Okay, he hadn't seen that coming.

"Do not doubt my professionalism." He sounded far more confident than he felt and snatched the paper out of Napoleon's hand to give it a good look.

That sort of tendencies only brought you trouble in his motherland and it was common courtesy not to talk about them or even acknowledge them. And then it just dawned on him what Napoleon was implying. He looked far more nervous at the prospect of having to act around Napoleon in the same way he had done with Gaby.

Illya didn't have a problem with it but the idea of clubs where that sort of things was not frowned upon and certainly didn't get you sent to a gulag was new to him.

"Why can't you just go there alone while I take care of surveillance?"

[ill_take_bottom]

"Because, Illya, he's seen us together already. It would look strange if I were to go out to a well known gay club without my boyfriend." He said, straightening up after using the man's first name. He sighed though, setting the clothes aside.

"Though perhaps it would be best. I wouldn't want you to...be uncomfortable at having to show any fondness towards me." He said before picking the clothes up again and heading towards the bathroom, once more tense and obviously frustrated.

[lovingyourwork]

He let the familiarity slide without making a fuss because...well, he wasn't really sure. It was nice to hear the American say his name. It was frustrating, however, to see Napoleon brushing the issue as if it was nothing when it obviously bothered him.

Any other person would have let it go, take the opportunity to go through the mission without getting too compromised. Any other person wasn't Illya Kuryakin. He followed Napoleon into the bathroom.

"Maybe you are the one uncomfortable with the idea of showing up with Russian boyfriend. Afraid I'd steal your spotlight?"

[ill_take_bottom]

He was stripping again when Illya walked into the bathroom and he stopped, standing in just a pair of plain silk boxers. He tilted his head, raising an eyebrow. "I've had to be seen with a lot worse than you, Peril. I don't care about the spotlight. Its a mission." He said with a shrug. "One that I'm sure by the end will have me in bed with..." He stopped himself, his jaw tight again.

"Forget I said that. If you prefer to stay behind then that is your choice, but I at least have to go." He said tightly.

[lovingyourwork]

Not for the first time, Illya wished he had the CIA agents in front of him so he could kick Napoleon's boss in his stupid face.

"Niet." He replied, almost bitter, but his annoyance wasn't directed at the brunette. "We can find another way to get the intel, there will be no need for..." He waved a hand in the air, pointing at nothing. "...that."

It was no secret that it bothered him when Solo had to get close to a mark. It started after Victoria Vinciguerra and Illya hadn't figured out why it annoyed him, he just knew it did, and he wasn't happy about it.

"We will go there together. Eh... I need clothes, you say?"

[ill_take_bottom]

"I doubt we'll be able to get the intel without one of us ending up on our back and...well I know the Soviets don't exactly take kindly to certain proclivities." He said, brushing his fingers through his hair as he pulled on his pants. It was obvious that he worried how the other would think of him, since it wasn't like he was keeping it a secret that he was entirely straight.

"I don't mind doing the honeypot missions. At least this one is attractive."

[lovingyourwork]

"You need to be more creative, Napoleon." It was his turn to use the man's name, trying to see if that would help Solo to relax. Help them both, actually.

"Narcotics were invented for a reason, we can drug him and make him believe you two had...slept together."

Illya didn't think less of Napoleon for his unconventional tastes but he was still wary of what path that could lead the...lead him. It was a death sentence in Russia and in some other places it still meant mockery, ruin and even jail. He narrowed his eyes at the 'attractive' comment, something akin to jealousy passed over Illya's face for a second.

"I do mind of you doing the honeypot missions."

[ill_take_bottom]

Napoleon looked at Illya at the use of his name, staring at him for a long moment. He saw that expression and that made him study the man harder before blinking and then smiling softly. "Never knew you cared, Peril." He said softly before turning away, a small flush staining his cheeks and spreading down his chest.

Of course, he was sure it had more to do with just not wanting to deal with it, but it was still nice to think that the other could care about him as anything more than his partner.

[lovingyourwork]

Illya stared back, blue eyes open and unguarded before he spotted the smile on Napoleon's face and had to turn away as well.

"Get dressed, Cowboy."

He left the bathroom before he could embarrass himself further, going to check his own clothes. He was supposed to wear something to accentuate his body? He was 6'4'', his body didn't need more accentuating. Napoleon would find him holding and glaring at a black shirt, not sure if that was appropriate or not to use.

[ill_take_bottom]

He couldn't help but chuckle when he emerged from the bathroom, walking over to help him. He dug through his suitcase, finding a pair of pants that he knew the man looked good in. "These." He said before going to his own suitcase. He pulled out another shirt, it would be tight on Illya, but that was the point. "And this. Put them on and hurry. I want to make sure you look good." He said, eyes still watching every movement.

"You sure you'll be okay with playing my boyfriend? We can't just act like partners. We have to really sell this."

[lovingyourwork]

Illya took the pants with a nod but said nothing. He didn't usually wear them on missions, and Illya often had something to say about Napoleon's fashion choices, but if Solo thought those were adequate for that particular mission he wouldn't oppose his judgment.

"I'll do my part." He was working on getting rid of the shirt he was wearing first, his back to Napoleon. "Can't be that difficult."

He gave Napoleon a glance, suddenly looking concerned. "Sell it, hm. Got any tips...?"

[ill_take_bottom]

He thought about it as he watched Illya before walking over and slowly sliding his hands up his back. "Don't tense up when I touch you for one. It would look very strange if my boyfriend appeared to have issues with me touching him. Touching isn't the only thing. We don't have to act like a couple of lovebirds, but we will need to be affectionate. Kissing, touching, that sort of thing."

His hands were still on Illya's skin, fingers tracing faintly over a scar. He hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Do you even realize how beautiful you are?"

[lovingyourwork]

It was easier said than done, and Illya immediately tensed up when he felt hands on him. He stood still, forcing himself to relax and didn't push Napoleon away or say anything for a while.

"Not tensing up. Relaxing....That I can do." The kissing might be a bit more complicated. He had issues with Gaby but given how he felt when Napoleon touched him, those could have been for a whole different reason. He let out a snort when Napoleon praised him, sounding self-deprecating.

"No need to butter me up, Cowboy. I already agreed to this."

[ill_take_bottom]

"What reason would I have to butter you up? You aren't a mark. You aren't my mission. You are my partner...and I'd like to think my friend." He said quietly, moving one hand to his side, fingers splaying over his warm skin. "And I meant it. Ever word. You are beautiful, Illya."

A moment later his lips brushed against Illya's shoulder blade and then he was pulling away. "It would probably be more believable because of your size if we pretend that you are...in charge between us. That you are the top in our relationship."

[lovingyourwork]

"Right. You never tried to get under my skin before just for the sake of doing it."

The blond looked over his shoulder, his expression still mostly blank but the small twitch of the corner of his lips revealed his amusement. It was wishful thinking that Napoleon could be interested; and Illya didn't want to analyze if he wanted to have the man's real attention or not.

He shivered at the light kiss, breath catching in his throat and cheeks growing warm. When Napoleon moved away, Illya quickly put on the shirt, buttoning it up in a rush.

"Oh? Should I be the one touching you, then?"

[ill_take_bottom]

"Well we would still be touching one another, but yes. Treat me similar to the way you treated Gaby. That would be the best way to describe it." He said, frowning at the way he pulled his shirt on so quickly. "Pity."

He stepped closer. "Do you think you could handle kissing me?" He asked, standing close enough that his breath ghosted over his cheek, skin flushed and eyes dark.

[lovingyourwork]

"As long as you don't try to wrestle me like she did. Little ball of anger, our chop shop girl."

Getting rid of his pants next to put on the other fancier pair, Illya stopped himself from both rolling his eyes and blushing at Napoleon's comment. A second later he was all ready and only just realizing how close was to Napoleon.

"I..."

[ill_take_bottom]

"I won't wrestle you unless thats what you want?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and giving a little smirk. He stepped closer, his lips just bare centimeters away from Illya's. "Yes, Peril? I need to know you can do this...or is it so repulsive to think about? Kissing me."

[lovingyourwork]

"Quite talking so much, Cowboy, it's annoying," Illya said in the least annoyed voice Napoleon might have ever heard.

He leaned forward, closing the space between them and brushing their lips but still unsure. He was a professional, he could do this. There was no ulterior motive.

At least that was Illya told himself.