Disclaimers in Part 1
 
Napoleon recognized the blond hair and tweed jacket thrown over the back of the stool along the counter as he entered the coffee shop.  He took the stool next to the man and ordered his usual.  Ilya asked if he could have more tea.  After the waitress left, Napoleon asked if this would interfere with his schedule.
 
"Not at all," Ilya replied. "My first class of the day starts at 1 PM, and I'm not expected in my office before 11."
 
They finished their orders and after Napoleon paid ("My treat.  I insist"), he led the other man to a door in the back of the shop which led into a small foyer.  They walked up to an elevator, pressed the call button, and when it arrived entered.  Napoleon pressed the button for the top floor and as they ascended loosened Ilya's tie and started kissing his neck.
 
When the elevator doors opened he saw only a short hallway with a single exit: the double doors at the end.  Through the doors was a fairly good-sized living room with sliding glass doors leading to a rooftop patio.  Off to his left was a kitchen with a small dining table; it was divided from the living room by a bar, complete with stools.  To his right was a hallway with several doors, the nearest of which was slightly open revealing a bathroom.
 
Napoleon motioned him toward the bar and asked him if he wanted a drink.  He asked if he had any red wine.  He pulled a bottle from the rack beneath the bar, showed his guest the label, and made a small production of pulling the cork.  He poured them each a glass and they moved to the couch.
 
They alternated sips of wine with kisses, touches, and undressing each other.  By the time they'd finished the wine they were naked and thoroughly aroused.  When Napoleon pulled him to his feet and started for the bedroom, Ilya snagged his jacket and pulled out condoms and lubricant.  "As much of a romantic as I am," he told his soon-to-be lover, "I'd really rather not die for love, or at least a roll in the hay."
 
"I think we both understand this isn't some casual thing," the other said, "even though we just met tonight.  A good host, however, is always prepared; I have condoms and lube," he checked the tube in Ilya's hand, "water-based like yours, on the bedside table."
 
They kissed and fondled their way to the bedroom, and as Ilya was adding his supplies to his host's Napoleon was turning down the covers on the bed.  They lay down together and agreed the darker of the pair should top first as he was playing host.  Ilya lay down on his back and pulled his knees up to his shoulders to give his partner full access to him.  Napoleon kissed him and gently inserted a well-lubed finger into him.  One finger became two and then three as he took his time; he wanted this to be special for them both.  When Ilya began to plead and he was satisfied as to his readiness, he slipped on a condom and eased his cock into his tight passage and began to thrust.
 
It was like nothing he'd ever experienced before; he felt they were so close they could almost read each other's thoughts.  From what he could make out from his lover's moaned comments he was feeling much the same.  Napoleon felt Ilya's orgasm building within his own body and knew it as separate from his own; not just from the shrieks and clenching of muscles, but in some way he'd never previously experienced.  He was later to discover his lover had felt much the same thing; he'd experienced a second climax when his partner had come.
 
Once they'd recovered and compared notes they tried it again, with Ilya as top.  Napoleon got on all fours on the bed with his hips raised and legs spread, resting his head on his forearms.  His lover was behind him kissing and fondling his back and ass before slipping first one then more fingers inside him to stretch him for the larger object to come.  Like Napoleon he took his time, and like his lover he paused to put on a condom before entering him.  They moved together as one being, and the climax they shared was nearly enough to cause them both to pass out.
 
As they lay together trying to get their senses in order Ilya asked the obvious question.
 
"What the hell hit us?"
 
"I don't know," Napoleon replied, "but I'm too exhausted right now to explore it.  Do you have any weekend classes?  If not, we could get together and study this a bit more, when we have time to rest between experiments."
 
They agreed to meet that weekend; it was the first of many they would spend together.  Napoleon gave him the name of his physician, and they both took tests for AIDS.  When they both tested negative six months in a row, they decided it was safe to stop using condoms.  Eventually Ilya moved in with Napoleon over the protest of Midtown's Dean, but he had to threaten to sue to keep his job long enough to find another.  Fortunately he had an old friend who worked at the UN, and he got a job as a translator there.  Years passed, and as soon as he could Ilya took the exam and became a U.S. citizen.  They celebrated by getting the most expensive hotel suite available and ordering in the most expensive meal and champagne room service had to offer.
 
They never did figure out what sort of connection they had while making love, but it never stopped them from loving during the next several decades.
 
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