"Somehow Tovarisch I sense that this is not some kind of elaborate joke." Napoleon skirted the room and the naked man. His innate sense told him they were being observed and in that he needed time to process the information.

"Would that it was Napoleon." Illya sat down on the edge of the bed curling in on himself as he watched the darker man orbit the tiny space.

"Come now, I can't be all that repulsive." Napoleon smiled and saw the naked distress clearly etched into the aristocratic features of his partner and friend.

"I have no idea what they intend to do, or for that matter what they have done." Illya waved a hand at his body. "They say that we are to consummate a coupling and that in doing so I will conceive your child and you will be allowed to live."

"Ah huh?" Napoleon smiled.

"I've asked for supplies to assist but so far all that they have brought me is a bed."

"And what is through door number two?" Napoleon asked gently as he lightly caressed the shivering man.

"A bath with some towels and." Illya's face flamed scarlet as he looked away and intrigued Napoleon went to investigate. He came back carrying a small box and a tiny silver tube of lube.

"I take it you'd rather be with someone else." Napoleon smiled gently again as he sat down.

"Nyet." Illya shook his head.

"Nyet??" the hand that carded through the soft mane of blond hair tremored slightly as he edged closer.

"Only the location disturbs me and the implications Napoleon."

"For whom?"

"Both of us." Illya looked up into impossible brown eyes and felt himself drowning in the soft look. A light buzzing sound came from the back of his neck and he felt the room sway and his body grow warm.

"Implants." Napoleon mouthed the word softly as he cupped the back of Illya's neck.

"Da. Making us do things we would not normally do."

"Making us less inhibited perhaps?" Napoleon opened the box and found an assortment of sex toys and paraphernalia, the most innocuous of which appeared in his hand as if by magic.

"How'd you keep that?" Illya asked slightly awed by his partner's resourcefulness.

"Now now tovarisch, Uncle Alex would be mortified if I were to let my pen out of my sight. You know that."

"Da, and the homing devices are still activated." Illya whispered against the soft lips that captured his.

"But of course."

The door blew in shattering the moment as Napoleon covered Illya's body with his own against the dust and detritus.

Mark Slate's mouth hung open ,April dusted her coverall and scowled at a broken nail as she looked at the two men in a lovers embrace on the large cotton bed.

"Pay up." April said softly and shook Mark back to reality.

"$20?"

"Told you." April crowed as she threw a side arm and coverall in Illya's direction.

"Damn." Mark swore as the room shook from another shuddering blow and retrieved a small electronic device. "Uncle Alex is aware of the problems." He said in his broad English accent and held the flat metal to the location at the base of Illya's skull and did the same thing to Napoleon's shoulder.

"Neutralizer?" Illya asked scrambling into the suit and poking his head out the door.

"Yep and we've got a full team on the base, so lets move it gentlemen!" April snapped. "Besides I would think your seduction technique would require a more romantic location. Illya deserves more."

"Oh really?" Napoleon drawled sarcastically.

"Roses at least." April smiled as she darted down the hallway and out into the bright afternoon sun.

"At least." Napoleon agreed and smiled softly.