Debbie Date: Sun Jun 4, 2000 1:09pm Subject: The Going to College affair, part four
As Napoleon stormed around the corner and down the hall he caught sight of three heavily built feller's hanging around the door to the physics lab, and recognised two of them as Tommy Withaker and Jesse Bain as two of them. The third, darkhaired, spotty and large he presumed to be Mack. Figuring that if they where hanging around here they weren't bothering Illya, Napoleon sighed in relief and slowed down. As he approached the lab's door he could see Illya perched on one of the tables while the professor was cleaning the blackboard. Without knocking or acknowledging the troublemakers with a glance, he slid in to hear Illya say
"Considering Alaska, it is supposed to be very beautiful there".
"Yes, but also very cold. Although, if you want I can write you a recommendation and get the paperwork started. Is that your friend?" the professor asked and nodded at Napoleon over his large spectacles. Illya nodded and smiled at Napoleon, not seeming upset by the lateness of his arrival.
"Napoleon, I was thinking we could stop by a little cafe I know for dinner. What do you think?" He asked.
Napoleon shrugged.
"Sounds good with me, you coming?" He asked.
He figured that with two of them Illya would be left alone. Unfortunately he was wrong. As soon as the two stepped out of the lab, they where surrounded by Mack, Tommy and Bain.
"Aww what is this? Has the widdle Wussian got a protector now?" Tommy mocked Illya, then reached up to snatch his bag off him. Napoleon caught the arm, and swung Tommy into Mack, knocking them both back against the wall with a resounding crack. Bain approached Solo a bit more cautiously, but holding his arms up boxer style did him no good as Napoleon caught the punch neatly and soon had Bain in an armlock that had his shoulder joint straining and Jesse against the wall.
"Now" Napoleon hissed "you are going to let us pass, and you're not going to bother us again, are you? Otherwise," Napoleon squeezed some very tender parts "I might give you a taste of your own medicine" and he pushed Bain against the wall once again.
Tommy and Mack had just untangled themselves, and Napoleon went to approach them, but Illya put his hand on his arm and commented "They have been warned. Let's go."
As Napoleon walked out of the hall next to Illya, the hairs on the back of his neck prickled, but he didn't say a word until they reached the cafe Illya knew of.
"Where did you learn how to do that?" Illya asked, his Russian accent more pronounced than usual, once they where sitting with a bowl of steaming soup each.
"In the army. I spent four years there" Napoleon replied in between bites. Together they ate in silence for the rest of the meal.
Afterwards they walked to the local gym, and Illya found he was just in time to slip off his shoes and start some not-so-basic moves. Napoleon sat down to watch, figuring that none of this wasn't stuff he had done before, so not concentrating on the moves but concentrating on Illya and the mistakes he was making as well as his body.
After the lesson, Illya was sweaty and sticky, but immensely satisfied with himself. It had been a good work out and he had really gotten the feeling he had started to learn something. He promised the instructor that he would be back for the next lesson, together with the fee. The instructor, in the meantime, suggested a hot shower to make sure he didn't get too much muscle ache.
Once they where safely in their dorm room again, Napoleon suggested Illya take a hot shower.
"But don't make it too long. You want a hot one to relax your surface muscles. Then, if you want, I can give you a backrub when you get out here."
"A backrub?" Illya cocked one eyebrow.
"Yes, a backrub. I do know how to you know, even did a course in them once." Napoleon grinned.
"They do courses in backrubs and you have taken one? " Illya questioned.
"Don't look so surprised. It was a shiatsu massage course. I was fifteen and wanted to impress my girlfriend when I took it. Now go and get a shower." Napoleon explained and ordered in one time.
Illya did just that, feeling the hot water relax his muscles almost immediately. Then he frowned. He considered the previous afternoon. Napoleon seemed to know what he was doing, and he seemed to be watching very intently. Illya shrugged. He would have to ask him later.
As Illya stepped out into the room with his flannel pyjama bottoms on, he noticed Napoleon had lighted some much forbidden candles that bathed the room in a relaxed and soft light. On Illya's bed there where three towels, spread over it and next to it there was some oil warming over a tea light. Illya cocked an eyebrow.
"If I did not know better, this would look like a seduction. Is this a seduction Napoleon? " He asked, his voice steady and calm, his stomach fluttering and his guts cramping in worry.
Napoleon grinned. "What, after being wined and dined like that? No, I'd do a better job. Seriously, no, this isn't a seduction. The towels are to keep your sheets clean, the oil is purely for a backrub and the non-edible kind, and the candles, well, I like to work by candlelight, and it is proven to be soothing. Or so my instructor once told me." He shrugged. "If it would make you feel better, I can let you get oil stains on your bed, turn on the main lights and use cold massage oil?" He suggested in jest.
Illya laid down as Napoleon indicated, and tried to relax. Every time Napoleon touched his back, he tensed up, especially after Napoleon moved his pyjama bottoms down a bit so he could reach his hips properly. Finally, after half an hour of gentle rubbing and kneading is chest and arms, Illya became pliant.
"Would you mind taking those off?" Napoleon asked, indicating at the pyjama bottoms with his oily hands "Your calves and thighs could probably also use a going over."
Reluctantly Illya realised it would feel good, and Napoleon didn't seem to be making any suspicious moves. He slid them off, and Napoleon was faintly surprised and pleased to notice Illya wasn't wearing any underwear. Quickly and professionally Napoleon covered Illya's upper body with a warm towel as he had been taught. Illya was almost asleep when Napoleon nudged him to roll over. Illya did and Napoleon replaced the towel on the back of his legs. Then Napoleon undid his shoes and took them off.
"Eh, Illya? Usually I wouldn't ask this, but well the bed isn't the handiest place to be doing this really, would you mind if I sat on either side of your thighs? That way I've got a straight angle at your back?" He asked, hesitantly.
Seeing as how nervous Illya seemed, he didn't expect his request to be granted, but Illya nodded. Carefully Napoleon climbed up onto the bed, and started in the small of Illya's back, feeling numerous knots and stiff muscle there. As he was finishing there, he started to work a bit higher and asked
"So, what's this I hear about you having a reputation with men?" the question had been burning on his lips all evening.
He felt Illya tense and freeze under him, and warning instincts screamed that no matter how awkward his position, Illya was about to toss him off the bed.
It didn't happen, as Illya took a few deep breaths and calmed down somewhat. Napoleon resumed his massage job.
"Is that why your doing this? So you can hear me say that I have a reputation? Fine, I have a reputation" now please don't ask any more Illya prayed silently.
"No, I'm doing this because I enjoy doing it and you looked like you needed it. What I'd just like to know is why you felt you had to lie to me about liking men." Napoleon moved off Illya's bed and covered his back with the towels, deciding to skip the very tops of Illya's leg and his backside and go straight to the legs, in the hope Illya would be happier that way. Illya sighed in relief when he felt Napoleon's weight lift off his legs and responded with his own opening volley
"I did not lie. You however, did. I was there at the first Russian lesson, to give a demonstration. You were not there, and the whole class was."
"I was signed up late" Napoleon responded, annoyed at being found out. "Besides, what is this I hear about you getting in the car with gay guys if you're not gay yourself? I hear you where very close to the guy."
"That is none of your business" Illya responded ice coldly.
"Fine", Napoleon was rather peeved and started to clear up his stuff and candles. As Napoleon slipped under the linen sheets, he thought he heard his Russian friend say "Thank you for the massage Napoleon", but he was to annoyed to respond.
That night both of them where waked by Illya's screams of horror.
************ Goodnight everybody, sleep tight. PS, for those interested, yes there are massage courses like the one I described about. I took one when I was 15, and am still using the techniques and information I used to day. Sitting on somebodies thighs was suggested in the case of a bed btw. Anything massage is accurate according to me ;->