Days later, Mr. Waverly called both men into his office. "I hope neither of you have plans for this weekend?" He asked apologetically as they sat down in their usual spots. "I have a little errand for you."

Napoleon leaned close to his partner and said softly, "There goes my date with the fair Gretchen." Evidently it was not soft enough so he added, "Nothing we can't cancel, sir." As Waverly looked up sharply at him.

"Very good, the information and everything you'll need are in the folders in front of you. Get on with it." Waverly dismissed them as he turned back to other matters.

"Now what excuse can I use with Gretchen." Napoleon remarked as they exited the office.

Illya who was going through his folder just grunted.

This time the assignment went off perfectly - no bumps, no bruises. Mr. Waverly was extremely pleased with their verbal reports and as they left to work on the written one asked Solo to remain. The two agents exchanged raised eyebrows as Illya left the room.

"Mr. Solo." Mr. Waverly started while stuffing his pipe, "My apologies for upsetting your plans with this assignment. Perhaps these will help make up for it."

An envelope that had appeared in front of him came round to Napoleon as the table turned. Opening it, he found two tickets to a sold-out play taking place as well as reservations at a top hotel in Hartford, Connecticut.

Puzzled, Napoleon informed him, "Thank you, sir, but this wasn't really necessary."

"Nonsense. Consider it a special reward for a job well done. Off with you now and have a good time."

As he exited the office holding the envelope, he spotted Illya standing there waiting for him. "What was that all about?" Illya queried

"I'm not sure," Napoleon said with a mystified look on his face. "He gave me two tickets to a sold-out play."

Taking the tickets from him Illya remarked, "These are good seats, the fair Gretchen should enjoy it." As they continued down the hall to their offices.

"Hmmm," Napoleon seemed preoccupied, "Yes Gretchen?" Suddenly, as if he'd made up his mind. "Illya, why don't you join me?"

"Me?" Illya repeated with a laugh, "I don't think so."

"Come on. He said they were for a job well done. And you did do the job with me. Who better to go with than someone who will enjoy it? If we leave at five we'll be able to get something to eat before the concert starts. I'm not taking no for an answer so be ready.

Illya gave in with a sigh. "I'm not looking forward to the drive back afterwards."

"No problem, we even have reservations at the 1895 House Bed & Breakfast."

At five Napoleon picked Illya up and they had a relaxing drive to Connecticut, getting there in plenty of time for a nice meal at a nearby restaurant before going on to the theater The play was not really Illya's cup of tea, but he enjoyed it anyway. When the show ended to a standing ovation, the two agents left to go to the bed & breakfast. As Napoleon checked in Illya looked around at the ambiance. He was tired and couldn't keep back a yawn. Napoleon came back with the key and they went up the stairs to what Illya assumed would be rooms. It had been a long day and when Napoleon opened the door and ushered him in he couldn't help notice that there was only one bed and it was king-size.

They both froze and Illya gave Napoleon a sharp look, "Mr. Waverly must not have known that I was coming with you."

"No, I guess not." Napoleon said as he stared in amazement at the bed.

"I'll go see about another room." Illya stated.

As he turned to leave, Napoleon grabbed his arm. "Don't go."

"Why should I stay?"

Coming up to him Napoleon put his hands on Illya's shoulders and looking into his blue eyes said, "Illya, you've done more for me than anyone else could." And taking his face in hand as well as a deep breath, "Take me, I'm yours."

Act 5 You Are My Shining Light

Napoleon gently took Illya's face and closed in for a slow and gentle kiss. Desire inflamed him and from the moans coming from Illya, he evidently felt the same. He looked over Illya's to see a cooler of champagne on a coffee table. Turning Illya so he could see it also, and going over opened it. Pouring it into two crystal goblets he toasted, "To us."

With a shy smile Illya repeated, "To us."

After draining and refilling them, Napoleon led Illya over to the bed. Off came the jacket, then the tie. He Pressed his partner down on his back and ran his hands over the body lying under him. Slowly he began unbuttoning the shirt as his lips went from Illya's lips to chin to neck to nipple. Illya wanted to reciprocate, but he didn't have the strength to. Napoleon proceeded to pull the open shirt out of Illya's slacks, his lips sliding down to the belly button as Illya arced in enjoyment. As he moved to straddle his partner and slowly unbuckle his belt, he looked at the face with his eyes closed in excitement. Slowly he unbuttoned and unzipped his partner's trousers running his had over the bulge that was fast hardening. Illya pushed up into Napoleons hand and let out a deep moan. Smiling he rose from the bed and proceeded to pull trousers and underwear off with one swift motion. Gazing down at Illya he thought about taking his time to undress but impatience got the best of him and before you could say supercalifragilisticexpealidosus he too was nude. Sliding back onto the bed he took his partner in a gentle embrace, "Take me." He whispered into the ear next to his mouth.

Illya pushed him back to look into his eyes "Are you sure?"

"I've never been surer."

"Then turn over," Illya requested.

"No, I want to watch you." Napoleon said with passion in his voice.

Covering Napoleons lips with his own and kissing him soundly he acquiesced to his wish. Looking around for any type of lubricant, he managed to ask, "You didn't by any chance bring some lube?"

Laughing Napoleon replied, "Contrary to what you might think, I did not plan this."

Getting up Illya began searching first the room than the bath. Napoleon turned on his side with his head resting on his had to watch as Illya came out of the bathroom triumphantly holding a bottle of oil aloft. Swiftly taking off his shirt and the rest of whatever he had on he slowly pushed Napoleon back down and proceeded to cover his mouth with his own till they were both breathless. Opening the bottle and pouring some on his fingers he slipped in first on finger than another into the opening. Napoleon let out a small hiss, but kept his eyes on his partner as he was prepared and finally taken.

Illya, fully sheathed, paused to look deeply into his partners and take in not only the acceptance but the longing for more.

"Illya, Illya" Napoleon moaned as he finally closed his eyes. And soon both of them were lost in the passion of the moment. It was over long before either of them wanted it to end and as Illya lay sated upon his friend and lover he asked softly, "Are you all right?"

"Ummm, yes, " kissing him responded, "I never knew."

Rising and looking down at the face beneath him "Never knew what?"

"That this could feel sooooo good."

"You mean you've never done this before?" Illya said incredulously.

"By this if you mean bottom?No."

Illya fell backward on the king-size bed and covered his eyes. "Napoleon!"

Napoleon simply turned toward him and jiggling his eyebrows said, "Now it's my turn."

Fade out to music in background "You are my shining light"

Darn that commercial.