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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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[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.

[ill_take_bottom]

Napoleon tilted his head a bit at the brushing of their lips, letting the other man get used to that before pulling him in for more. They would need to be convincing and just a prefunctory brushing of lips and a peck wouldn't do.

He had ulterior motives though and he would have no problem admitting to his attraction for the other man, if he didn't think it would get him murdered by the same man.

[lovingyourwork]

The blond let out a small surprised sound against his mouth but closed his eyes and groaned slightly as their teeth clashed. He tilted his chin, tongue flicking out to trace over Napoleon's lower lip.

The angle was much better now and Illya's hands moved to Napoleon's waist, twitching for a moment but he otherwise remained motionless.

[ill_take_bottom]

He moaned as he practically melted against Illya, sliding his hands up his chest before wrapping his arms around his neck. His lips parted in a gasp when he felt that tongue, chasing after it with his own.

He pressed his body against Illya's trying to encourage him to do more.

[lovingyourwork]

Illya kissed back with just as much intent, shoving Napoleon against the wall and moaning against his mouth before he realized what was he doing. His brain caught up with him a second later and he stepped away, and stared at Napoleon, breathless. His cheeks were pink and his lips reddening from the kiss but his eyes were wide open and he looked like he wanted to bolt.

"I...that...should be convincing enough."

[ill_take_bottom]

He was panting softly, pupils completely blown as he stared up at the blond. He swallowed, brushing his fingers through his hair before nodding. "I should say so, Peril. Who knew you had it in you."

[lovingyourwork]

Illya's eyes didn't look much better, mostly all black with a light blue ring around them. He averted his gaze the moment he noticed Napoleon looking so...edible, if he was allowed to think that.

He really didn't want to, because those were troublesome thoughts, ideas that could get them both killed. He felt his hands start to shake and clenched them into fists, trying to keep calm.

"You don't know many things about me, Cowboy." The voice was almost a whisper and Illya cleared his throat and spoke much louder a moment later."Shall we go?"

[ill_take_bottom]

He continued to stare at him, clearing his voice before speaking. "Not for lack of trying, Peril. I've wanted to get to know more about you since we left Italy." He shrugged a shoulder before slipping away from the wall and going to the mirror.

He fixed his hair, making himself presentable before going to Illya and straightening out his clothes, making sure not to look him in the eyes.

[lovingyourwork]

"You might not like what you find out."

Came the quick reply even before Illya realized he had opened his big mouth to speak. He tilted his head at Napoleon's next move, it was almost domestic the way he was making sure Illya looked presentable. He allowed himself a small smile, taking advantage of the fact Napoleon wasn't looking at his face.

"Could ask if you wanted to know things." He wasn't promising an answer, but asking was allowed.

[ill_take_bottom]

"You don't seem much for volunteering the information. Didn't think you'd want to tell me anything." He smoothed his hands down Illya's shirt, swallowing hard before finally looking up at him, locking eyes.

"You may not believe me, Illya, but you aren't just my partner. You're my friend." He withdrew his hands then, turning to go to the door. "Come on. There should be a car waiting for us."

[lovingyourwork]

"I don't, usually."

But anything that had happened today was far from normal by his standards. So what was some more madness in his life right now? He could always not answer if he became too uncomfortable.

He followed Napoleon quite meekly when the man walked away. Friend. What an odd concept, he didn't had many, if any, before. But he understood it well enough. He liked the American even if it was hard to admit.

"I believe you, Cowboy. It's just...why?"

[ill_take_bottom]

He continued walking, thinking over the question and his answer carefully until they reached the car. "In Italy, you came back for me. You didn't have to, but you did. It meant more to me than I'm sure you know. Any other agent would have left me to continue the mission."

He got in the car, shrugging a shoulder and clearing his throat. "I want to know things outside of this life. Your childhood, your favorite things. Everything."