TITLE: “WHERE THERE’S SMOKE, THERE’S......”.

AUTHOR: JATONA P WALKER

FANDOM: MFU

PAIRING: ILLYA/NAPOLEON

SUMMARY: Illya makes a wish and gets it - but not in the way he expected.

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"WHERE THERE'S SMOKE, THERE'S..."

**This is ridiculous, Illya Nickovetch!! This is not the first time you have been
apart for long periods of time!! Settle down and sleep!!**

Illya Kuryakin ignored his inner voice. True. This was not the first time Napoleon
had been on special assignment - one that only the CEA of UNCLE could be involved
in. However, this was the first time since they had become lovers, three wonderful
years ago and Illya missed his beloved American terribly.

So, here he was, snuggled down in the king-sized bed they shared, in Napoleon’s
spot. “Oh, how I wish you were here, Napasha!”, he whispered and turned out the
light.

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The smell of smoke awoke Illya out of a restless sleep. The smell was coming from
somewhere in the bedroom. This was impossible - for several reasons: the most
important being Napoleon had quit smoking that sweet night when they had become
lovers. Illya smiled, despite the situation, as he remembered Solo’s reply: ‘No
problem, Illyusha! The sweetness of your lips is all the addiction I need!’ And, oh,
did Napoleon take advantage of any opportunity to indulge.

Remaining motionless, so as not to alert any possible intruder(s), Illya slowly
opened his eyes.

Whatever he was about to say, the words died on his lips at the sight he beheld.

In the darkness, a wisp of smoke, undulating like a living thing, rose from the
center of the ornate ashtray which rested on the night stand.

As he watched, mesmerized, something began to take shape in the smoke: first a full
torso, then the neck and, finally, the handsome face of Napoleon Solo!!??

The Russian was instantly wary.

Sensing disbelief and fascination, the ‘hallucination’ moved towards its’ target
with deliberate slowness and sensuality, to finally hover inches from Illya’s face.
Invisible fingers removed the coverlet and began caressing the exposed nude body
Where they touched the skin became ultra sensitive.

Illya closed his eyes against both the sensations coursing through his very soul and
what had to be an illusion. Yes! That was it! He missed his partner/lover so much,
he was seeing him everywhere. //And if it is not an illusion, Illya Nickovetch!//his
inner voice chided. **Excellent point!**/he replied in kind. ““Napasha? Is that
you?”, he whispered.

“Si', Querido”, the vision purred in the well loved voice.

Illya swallowed hard and put on his best ‘UNCLE’ face. “I thought you were on
special assignment.”

“I was.”

“Then, what are you doing here?”

“Obeying your wish.”

Illya was confused. “My wish?”

Napoleon nodded. “ ‘Oh, Napasha, I wish you were here!’ “, he quoted.

“I’ve said that before, Napoleon, and this has never happened, ” Illya countered.

“We were not lovers then, Illyusha; and, you did not call me ‘Napasha’.”

“I see. Perhaps you could explain how you got here so fast.”

“Very simple. I am a genie.”

Illya’s eyebrows disappeared into his blond bangs. The proverbial lightbulb,
blinding in its intensity, appeared over his head.. Of course! He remembered the
stories his grandmother had told him - among his favorite were of Aladdin and the
genii of the lamp - a being possessing great magical powers and granting wishes to
the one who freed it.

Illya grinned. “Indeed. Does that mean you are my slave? That you must grant me no
less than three wishes?”

Napoleon’s smokey form had now totally enveloped the Russian’s body. “I was your
slave the night we made love. You freed me that night, Quierdo. As for your wishes -
what did you have in mind?”

Blue eyes blazed with passion. “First things first, solidify and we’ll take it from
there.”

“Your wish is my command!”, Napoleon whispered as his body obeyed and his lips
claimed the Russian’s in a soul-stealing kiss.