Napoleon smiled at him.  "Well my young lover you may have to wait
several days the doctor said no hand movement at all."  "I do not use my
hands to make love."  The   blonde man murmured back.  "I seem to remember
this hand," Solo  touched the tip of one finger, "Doing some pretty amazing
things to a certain part of my anatomy."  He whispered into the other man's
ear.   The ear turned a bright red and Napoleon laughed out loud.   He
gently kissed his blushing partner.   "That was not a complaint."  The older
man assured him.

     "I should think not!" Illya snapped.  "I will concede the point as
being made though."  With a heavy sigh he muttered under his breath.  "Just
my luck I get an entire week off with you and can't do a thing but sit and
read."  The other agent laughed till his sides hurt; about the time he got
himself under control he would look at the glowering blond and burst into
laughter again.

       An irritated Russian started cursing.  "I will sleep on the couch at
least it won't shake from your laughter."   Rising from the bed the room
started to spin, the pain killers were starting to kick in.  Two strong arms
caught him as he slipped sideways, lowering him back onto the bed.

     "Illya I am sorry, I did not mean to upset you.  I think I was just
letting off some stress.  I was really worried that you would not be able to
continue in the field and I do not want a new partner!"

       With a tired nod the younger man sighed.  "It is all right Napoleon,
you laugh, and I just get surly.  I should be apologizing to you."  He said
around the yawn that had formed.  Solo being CEA for a reason pulled the
covers over him and climbed into bed, being sure not to jar the injured hand
he pulled the slighter man against him.  "Go to sleep, we are safe.  I love
you."  He barely heard the mumbled. "I love you too."  Sleep claimed the
blond and the burnet was soon to fallow.

Napoleon was at his wit's end.  The morning had started off with a painful
and grumpy Russian bear and was going down hill fast from there.  "Illya you
have to take the pain medicine if you want to get better."  Napoleon replied
in a soft voice.

      "No, they do nothing to help me heal; they just take away the pain."
The blonde snarled at him.  Taking a deep breath Napoleon let it out slowly.
"Not hurting like you are now is a bad thing?"  He asked patiently.  Blue
eyes dropped to the floor and shifted around not looking at anything.  With
a sigh that caused him to wince Illya looked up.  "Very well, I will take
them.  Only to keep you happy, they make me sleepy."  He said sullenly.

      "I will make you a deal."  Napoleon said.  "It is a sunny day I will
open the curtains to the patio and you can take a nap in the sun on the
couch.  When you wake up I will have lunch ready and if you are not into
much pain I will just give you the antibiotics until the pain gets bad
enough to need the other pills.  O.K; I only have a week off and I do not
want to spend it like the wicked step mother or something!"  The blonde
smiled weakly.  "All right, I will try not to be so ill tempered; give me
the pills and I will take them."

     The younger man must have been in a great deal of pain; he was asleep
within fifteen minutes of taking them.  Solo was startled at the light knock
on the door.  Drawing his gun he stepped to the side and leaned to look out
the peephole opening the door he ushered Mr. Waverly into the room as he
slid the gun out of his face.  "Sorry Sir wasn't expecting anyone."  The
younger man said.  The Older man took off his coat and handed it to his
young agent.  "No need to apologize, I am rather happy to see your
dedication to the job."  He replied.  "How is Mr. Kuryakin feeling?"

     "Not with his fingers."  The brunette muttered then blushed.  "He is in
a lot of pain but is stubborn enough to try not taking the pain medicine the
doctors prescribed."  He answered honestly.

       "I assume you have convinced him it is in his best interest to take
them?"  The gray haired man asked.  "Well I won round one."  Napoleon said
with a small grin.  The other mans lips tugged upward.  "Wars are won one
battle at a time."  He replied.  Solo chuckled.  "Thank you, I'll try to
remember that." He said.  This time the older man smiled.  "He can be a bit
of a handful, can't he?"

     "Yes Sir, at times, but I am always willing to handle him."  A bright
red flooded the man's face again.  "I mean..."

     Waverly looked him in the eyes and nodded for him to take a seat.
Without thought Napoleon found a chair and sat.  "I have just come from
interrogating Igor, what he had to say was quite distressing.  It seems that
our young Mr. Kuryakin was sent here to seduce you and turn you against
U.N.C.L.E..."  Two slate blue eyes bore into brown ones.  "Has he tried to
do that?"

      "No Sir!"  Napoleon emphasized.  The dark haired agent took a deep
breath.  "I seduced him, Sir."  Waverly's eyebrows rose.  "You did what?"

     "I seduced him, Sir.  It was my idea and I was the one to instigate it.
I am in love with Illya."  Napoleon stared him in the eyes waiting for the
other man to hand down his judgment.

      The older man sighed.  "Well how long to you think it will take you to
talk him into sharing your residence?  U.N.C.L.E. is not made of money you
know, if you think I am going to waste money on an apartment that is not
being used the two of you do not know me very well."

    A sleepy voice came from the couch.  "Sorry Sir, as soon as he asks I
will move in. He did start this thing."  The yawn that followed was heard by
both men.  Napoleon beamed at the older man.  "If you think I could ask
April and Mark to help I think I could have his stuff in here by Friday."

    Mr. Waverly smiled.  "I think that could be arranged.  Mr. Solo I do
believe Mr. Kuryakin is going to be unable to do much with his hands for a
month or so, I think it would be prudent if the two of you were assigned to
headquarters for a while.  It should help in assisting your new
relationship.  If there are any problems I want to know about them
immediately.  I do not want another scene as we just went through.  As
narrow minded fools that they are it still has to be dealt with."  Waverly
cleared his throat.  "I should be leaving now.


     Napoleon smiled as he went around the couch to check on his partner.
"Thank you Sir, I do not even know how to tell you how much this means to
us."

      Waverly followed him around the couch to hold both of their gazes.
"Yes Mr. Solo you do.  Just do the best you can against what we fight for
and I will fight for you and the others that fight along with you."  Waverly
blew out a deep breath.  "You gentleman are not the first and will not be
the last agents that have found a true bond with one another.  Fight as hard
for each other as you do for U.N.C.L.E. and you will live as happy a life as
any other human being on earth.  Love really does make a difference."  With
that the old man picked up his coat and left the penthouse.

     "Napoleon, did he just give us his blessings?"  The younger man asked
softly.

     Grinning widely Napoleon answered.  "Yes, I think he did.  Will you
move in with me?"  A soft chuff of air escaped from the blonde.  "I believe
the moving company has already been arranged."



     Solo laughed softly.  "Yes for Friday if I remember, but it is only
Tuesday so what do you wish to do that does not require using your hand?



    With a sigh the younger man looked up.  "How about lunch then maybe some
music so I can fall asleep after I take the pain pills.  It really does hurt
please don't tell the doctors I admitted to that!"  Napoleon kissed him
softly.  "Do not worry your secrets are safe with me."  He promised.

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