Unbeknownst to the THRUSH agents, their arrival had not gone
unnoticed. Two men - one fair and roguishly handsome, crowned
with a mane of red hair; the other - tall and ebon-skinned, his thick
dark curls fell around his shoulders. They had excellent view from
the bar.
"Looks like trouble", the dark one commented to no one in
particular.
"Aye!", replied the fair one. "What is to be done about it, then?"
"Well. Six men standing in the middle of a dance floor does not look
good for my reputation", came a voice behind them.
The fair one smiled. "Right you are, Lenny, me lad. "Lafayette,
you take Illya; I'll get
Napoleon. The others will take care of our uninvited guests."
The dark one returned his lover's smile. "Let's do it!"
With that, Jamie McPherson and Lafayette Johnson maneuvered
themselves toward the dance floor. The signal was passed. By the
time they had reached their goal, the 'two' had become forty.
"Mind if I cut in?", Jamie asked. Before the startled THRUSH
leader could react, he pulled Napoleon into his arms and whirled
him off in the opposite direction. Likewise, Lafayette did the same
with Illya.
The THRUSH leader raised the barrel of his gun upward. "Stop!",
he cried, "or...."
"Or what, big boy", a voice whispered in his left ear. Strong arms
encircled the man's waist; gentle fingers worked their way
downwards..
'Who..???.", the THRUSH leader bellowed.
"Shush, now", the voice purred. "That's not important. I'm going
to give you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams." The roaming
hands moved lower still until the reached the other man's crouch.
Firm fingers grasped the zipper and gave a gentle tug. The fabric
parted and the fingers slipped within. "Ah! What do we have
here", the voice crooned, the purr deepened.
The agent bristled. "How dare you! I repeat, stop this now!!".
"Stop?" The fingers began to move in a slow caressing circle. "Are
you certain?"
"My men will....."
"Oh yes, your men. I don't think you need worry about them.
They're being enjoyed, I assure you."
"You..." The THRUSH leader was finding it more difficult to
remain in control. "You have no idea who you're dealing with.".
The purr deepened more. "Neither do you. C'mon, baby. Let
yourself go!"
"Please..." The agent swallowed, hard, as an unexpected surge of
pleasure shot through his body as the questing fingers found his
most sensitive spot. "Let us go."
"Convince me; but, I'm making no promises."
Being an expert on fear tactics, the agent forced his voice to be
hard; not to mention that the fingers were now stationary..
"Convince you, eh!? Very well, try this!. THRUSH is a
world-wide, powerful, organization. If we do not succeed, there will
be others! I cannot stop that and neither can you!"
"I see. So, you're saying WE can expect retaliation?"
"You can count on it", he replied. "Plus, whoever comes after me
will make certain Solo and Kuryakin pay...dearly."
There are momentary silence and the THRUSH leader smiled to
himself. //Excellent, fool! Keep thinking...//
"I see", said his captor, finally; then sighed, longingly. "A pity you
villains are all alike. You spill your plans when you think you've got
the upper hand. Well; not so! You and your men will remain here
as our guests...for as long as we like. Oh, yes, and for your personal
information, I just love older men. You and I are going to such
wonderful times together."
Fear gripped the THRUSH leader as the questing fingers now left
his crouch and tangled in his thick hair. One firm tug and his head
was titled back. Sensuous full lips fastened on his, demanding
entrance. He heard himself moan, helplessly, as his lips were gently
pried apart and the invading tongue captured his own.
His last, rational thoughts was of his superiors and how the hell he
was going to explain this. Then all thought fled - he was sixteen
again, at his grandparents mansion in the Hollywood Hills -
Theodore's face was before him.......
Meanwhile, Napoleon and Illya, still in the arms of their respective
rescuer, found themselves in very spacious and private apartments.
The U.N.C.L.E. men nodded, appreciatively, at the opulence of their
surroundings..
"Well, me lovelies, here we are", announced Jamie, gleefully.
"Now, tell me, have ye ever seen a more timely rescue in all your
lives?"
The agents smiled at one another, and then at the two men. "Well",
Illya began, diplomatically, "in our line of work, we have been part
of some creative ones; but, we will definitely rank yours among
them."
"Good, good! Now, as this has got to be your first time here, and it
was so rudely and crudely interrupted, Lafayette and I offer you
our abode....."
"Uh....", Napoleon made to interrupt.
"Now, Napoleon, lad, no need to thank me. You and Illya were
doing fine until those goons waltzed in. Now, the frig is well
stocked; oh, and the hot tub is at your disposal. You will not be
disturbed, I promise. Besides, you probably won't see us before
Noon tomorrow."
"But...", Illya began, trying to get a word in edgewise.
"Illya, didn't anyone ever tell you about never looking a gift horse in
the mouth? It's very seldom we do this for our own circle of friends,
more or less two strangers. Don't push your luck", Lafayette added,
good-naturedly.
Napoleon and Illya got the message; yet, had to have the last word.
"Thanks, guys, we truly appreciate it and, we promise, we'll have a
great time. Just, promise us you'll be careful. THRUSH is very
powerful and they could cause you a lot of trouble.", Illya said, the
seriousness of the circumstances evident in this voice.
Lafayette tickled the Russian under the chin. "Don't worry about
us, sweeting; worry about them. If they still want to make trouble
after the reception they're getting downstairs, more power to them.
We have a reputation to protect.
"Speaking of which", added Jamie, "we'd better get back and see to
our guests. Have fun, m'dears."
With that the men were gone.
Napoleon and Illya stood, somewhat disoriented, in the middle of the
room. Ironically, it was Illya would made the first move. "Well,
Napasha, I don't know about you, but my mother always told me
that, when you are a guest in someone else's house, you do as they
say. What do you think?"
Solo reached out and, with a gentle tug, pulled his lover into his
arms. "I think I'll go fill the hot tub while you get the food. How's
that, Illyusha?"
Illya flashed his friend, partner and lover a brilliant smile. "Sounds
like a definite plan."
Planting a kiss on the American's nose, Illya disengaged himself
from the firm embrace, and headed for the kitchen.
To be Continue
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