I sat in a padded chair with cuffs holding my hands and feet in place. A serious looking young lady, in a white lab coat holding a clipboard, stood over me. A great many men with solemn faces were in the room.

"Mr. Kuryakin, you do understand the charges against you?" she asked. "You stand accused of sexually corrupting a fellow agent."

I would have laughed, it all seemed so ludicrous, had it not been so serious. I look at her and my mind goes back in time…..back to the first time.

We had just come off a mission. As usual U. N. C. L. E. spared no expense and we were sharing a room with two double beds. I had just come out of the shower. My partner Napoleon, you know Napoleon (everyone does) was reclining on one of the double beds in the room. His jacket was off but he still had his shoulder holster on and he was tossing playing cards into a receptacle. I went over to the dresser for a change of clothes when out of nowhere…

"Illya, do you like woman?" I straightened up and looked at the reflection in the mirror. I was such a strange question…"They're okay," I answered not sure why, "I can take them or leave them, they can be a bit of a liability as you well know." Then maybe again he didn't.

"Well, do you like men?" He asked will studied casualness. Where on earth was this conversation coming from?

"Napoleon, you know I don't like anyone. "going back to picking out clothes to wear.

The next thing I knew he was behind me whispering is my ear. "What do you do about Sexual Tension?" I could do nothing but gulp as he turned me around and with a gentle kiss softly assures he he'll make it good for me. My mind is having trouble taking it all in as he kneels and goes down on me for one of the most explosive climax I'd ever experienced. Once he was done, my knees actually started to buckle, me a hardened agent, weak in the knees! Napoleon came up smiling, looked me in the eyes, kissed me again and I could tasted myself on him.

Later that night as I lay in my bed not being able to sleep, he slid in behind me. "Shall I show you more?" he whispered. While most people have the idea that I had been trained to such in the KGB, it wasn't true. I should have stopped it then, but all I could do was nod. He was most considerate as his hands went gently over my body. While I'm not a virgin by any means, his touch brought out responses in me I didn't know were possible. When he finally brought himself to completion inside me, he kissed me gently on the ear and whispers, "Can you truly say you didn't enjoy this?" All I could do was shake my head no.

After that time we would get together, though not a lot, for our mutual pleasure. Once in a fit of pique I actually said no. While his eyes were saddened by the refusal, he didn't push it. As he left I immediately regretted my decision but it was too late. The next time I didn't refuse and our time together was …unbelievable. I never refused again. It never ceased to amaze me the changes in Napoleon during those times. There was laughter and we were like two carefree children….The thought of those hands and lips…oh dear, it wouldn't do to start showing an erection, not at a time like this… we thought we were discreet. Evidently not.

"Mr. Kuryakin." The voice repeated bringing me back to the present. "You do understand the charge?"

There was a commotion to the side and I looked over to see Napoleon being held back by four strong men. You could ask what does love have to do with it? And I could say nothing…..and everything. "Yes" I said and closed my eyes as the needle pricked my skin.

Much later I came to in a hospital room not knowing where or who I was. A nurse cam in and said the doctor would explain. The doctor, a rather jovial man, told me my name was Illya Kuryakin, that I worked for an organization known as U.N.C.L.E. and had been in an accident, causing my loss of memory. He also asked a lot of questions, most of which I could not answer. I was given a folder that told what my life had been like. Evidently I spent a lot of time working in the lab. Shortly after my release that is were I went back to the lab to resume what was supposed to be my life. It was tedious and boring but I had no problem with it, though there was a part of me that felt….empty.

One day they called me into a room where there was a device on the table and I was told to disarm it. Disarm it? What were they thinking? Before I knew it my hands went to the tools at hand and I was working to disarm a bomb as if it was something I did everyday. I certainly do not remember reading about this ability in the folder they had provided. When I was done the men looked at one another and nodded.

The next day I was called into the office of the head of our organization. As I walked into the walked into the room he stood to greet me. I have no recollection of ever having met him before. He turns to introduce me to another man who was also seated at the desk. As he rises, dark hair and eyes that seem to smile at me, he extends his hand to shake mine.

In confusion I ask, "Have we met before?"

He turns to our boss, one eyebrow raised.

Mr. Waverly, not looking directly at either of us, mutters a negative and something about Mr. Solo….accident..loss of memory. How odd?

This man, Solo, still has hold of my hand and his thumb is gently making circles on the back of my hand that is sending a jolt all the way down to…. I look into his eyes, smile, and suddenly I feel whole again.