Author: shirasade

He shoots another guard in between the eyes, checking his surroundings once again before holstering his handgun. “All clear,” he says, putting his back towards Napoleon.

“Good work,” Napoleon says – and he sniffs the air. Illya freezes, anticipating. “Do you smell that -”

“No,” Illya says, walking away from Napoleon, down the corridor, towards a room he briefly recalled had a somewhat passable lock. The heat has increased in intensity now, from smoldering embers to a fireplace’s warmth, and Illya has no illusions that it will stop there. He can feel something wet seeping its way down towards his thighs; he walks faster.

Source: two guys fuck maybe, by sweetsinnerchild – The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (2015) [Archive of Our Own]

What can I say? I have a soft spot for omega!Illya – probably because his personality makes the kind of woobification I dislike in other a/b/o fics kind of impossible. 🙂

There’s something under his turtleneck. A slight bulge. Napoleon has never noticed it before.

Not breaking eye contact, Napoleon lets his hand rest on the dip of Illya’s clavicle. Illya doesn’t move, except to tip his chin up, very slightly. Carefully, Napoleon hooks his thumb over the collar of the turtleneck, and pulls it down to expose Illya’s throat.

There is an inch-wide, gunmetal collar sitting just under his Adam’s apple. There is a complicated mechanism to one side: the lock. There are abrasions along Illya’s neck, some old and some new. Napoleon wonders, in dull horror, when Illya had been fitted for this.

Source: By the Throat, by AlchemyAlice – The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (2015) [Archive of Our Own] | https://archiveofourown.org/

This series is amazing, crafting Napoleon’s and Illya’s relationship from a very interesting D/s concept that goes way beyond smut. It made me feel so much for both men.