“I should never have listened.”

“Illya, how many times do I have to apologise?”

“How many times do you think you can manage without throwing up?”

“Oh good sarcasm, I said I was sorry, it was only a little mistake.”

“Well yes, for you a little mistake, Napoleon but for me the manacles are cutting the blood supply off to my hands.”

“Can I help it if they didn’t want to damage the suit.”

“Oh yes the suit. Any thought on whether or not they want to damage the partner?”

“I thought you would have had some of your lock picks still on you.”

“Lock picks??!! Why hadn’t I thought of that?”

“Because I’m the CEA.”

“Great stupid and smug.  Napoleon, I know your blindfolded and staked to an inordinately exquisite bed, but – I’m naked.”

“Naked?”

“Yes Napoleon, Naked.”

“And manacled?”

“And manacled. Must you repeat everything I say?”

“Nooo, its just that it’s something I would like to see.”

“Oh really.”

Silence.

“You still there Illya?”

“I am hardly likely to go anywhere else, where do you think I should hide my lock picks in future?”

“I can think of a couple of places.”

“I’m sure you can.”

“Still you’d need your hands free to get to them.”

“I can hardly wait to see the memo you’ll send to Mr. Waverly over this one.  On the merits of hiding lock picks within body cavities perhaps?”

“I was only trying to help.”

“Yes well, help is what you do when you’re in a position to actually carry out the rescue.  We’ve been through this before Napoleon.”

“I know.”

“Specifically when you’ve followed one of your damsels into danger.”

“You mean led into danger don’t you?”

Silence.

“I said I was sorry.”

“Yes Napoleon you did.”

“Doesn’t help does it?”

“No.”

“I would still like to see you manacled and naked.”

“Why?”

“What’s wrong with your voice?”

“Erm…nothing. You haven’t answered the question.”

“I wasn’t aware there was one.”

“Yes you were, you’re winding me up.”

“That’s very American of you.”

“Can I help it if you’ve polluted my ability to think.”

“So what are you thinking about?”

“You.”

“Me?”

“You’re repeating me again.”

“Sorry.  So what were you thinking?”

“That from this vantage point I can see your getting hard.”

“Nice of you to notice.”

“Napoleon, I don’t have to have a PhD in order to see that.  Besides it’s a little hard to miss.”

“Hard being the appropriate word.”

“Would it help if I said I like looking at you as you are? Saville Row suit charmingly askew, hands bound by soft silk ties, your eyes covered with the heavy satin blindfold and the bed…”

“What about the bed?”

“You should see how you look Napoleon, stretched and waiting, so hard I want to touch you.”

“You do?”

“Oh yes.”

“How?”

“Given the opportunity?”

“Talk to me Illya, please.”

“Desperate Napoleon?”

“Are you seducing me Illya?”

“Would you let me?”

“In a heartbeat.”

“You surprise me Napoleon.”

“You’ve obviously never seen how I look at you.”

“How do you look at me?”

“With love.”

Silence.

“Serious?”

“Yes Illya I am. Deadly serious.”

“What are you proposing?”

“What do you think?”

“Sex?”

“Yes.”

“Just once.”

“A night would do for starters.”

“I am not some aperitif Napoleon.”

“Oh but you are Illya, my Illya.”

“Stop it.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m getting hard myself.”

“Oh good to know.  I’d keep you tied up, straddling your thighs as I dip my hands into warm fragrant oil.”

“What fragrance?”

“Hmm lets see Sandalwood and musk, maybe some white rose.  I’d trail my hands down across your chest, tweaking at your nipples.”

Moan.

“Would you like that Illya?”

“Probably.”

“Getting a little breathless their partner.”

“And whose fault would that be?”

“Moving slowly down your body, my hands are gentle on you Illya, stroking across your abdomen and down your legs.”

Whimper.

“Up again to your shoulders to soothe the ache as I run my hands up across your arms and stroke each finger.  Slowly soothing, but I’d have to taste Illya, your lips I’d have to taste them. My kiss would be sweet, slow and loving as I taste your lips, your tongue moving against mine as you feel the fine linen of my clothes press into you.”

“And your heat, so hard and strong and hot.”

“Yes baby, hot as I push against you, can you feel me? Can you feel how hard I am for you? Do you know what I want to do?”

“Bozhe Moi! Napoleon….yes….”

“I lean down, trailing moist kisses along your body as I take you in my mouth.  One swoop and I’ve taken you to the root, my hand cups your balls and rolls them slowly, pulling gently on your sac I can taste you Illya, your sweet.”

“Pasha…”

“Oh God do you know how long I’ve wanted you?”

“Tell me.”

“Forever, you’re all I think about.  The women help me forget for the moment, but Illya this is what I want, have always wanted, to have you buck against me, all that restrained strength.  Your hands powerful and large on my body, I can’t stand it anymore Illya.  I want to be inside of you.”

“I want you inside of me.”

“Your too tight, I have to make you warm first, stretch you, my hand dips back into the oil, pressing against your anus, rimming you gently as I go back to sucking your cock.”

“Oh gods, I need to feel you inside of me Napasha, stretching me with your cock, taking me.”

“Yes love, more, owning you, possessing you.  Mine Illya, for always and in that owning taking me, my heart, my soul, all that I have to offer and more…own me Illya, please let me love you.”

Silence, heavy breath and then nothing.

Long cool fingers flex against the blindfold and pull it down.

“I thought you were chained naked at the foot of this bed.”

“I was.” Illya smiled softly as he kissed his partner for the first time tasting him, the exotic mix of stubble scrapping against his jaw as Napoleon arched up into the kiss.

“How did you get free?” Napoleon asked as he drew breath and calmed his rampant body as Illya released him from the bed and searched for clothing.

“Motivation.”

“Ah I must employ motivation more often.”

“If you so much as smirk I’ll cut your balls off.”

“Now now Illya, I would never smirk at you, leer perhaps, lust definitely, but never smirk.”

“You’re smirking now.”

“Oh. Well I do love you, you know?”

“You had better.”

“A threat millii moy?”

“A promise.  Now lets get out of here.”

“My place or yours.”

“Whichever is closer.”

“Sooo where are we?”

“I have no idea, but I know where I intend to be in the next fifteen minutes.”

“So do I,” Solo leered. “Writhing, naked under me.”

“Take book on it.”

Finis….