saki101

This is the first part of a further continuation of the story which started with Blue Diamonds and continued in Black Sapphires. There is also a connection with a ficlet I wrote entitled When the Cherries Bloom.

Baroque Pearls has remained partially-written for nearly ten months and participating in picowrimo, thanks to elmey's recommendation, has finally gotten me to take it up again.

I am very grateful to the moderators and all the other participants of picowrimo for their encouragement and suggestions and to utopiantrunks for listening to my rewrites and patiently explaining the use of italics. All the shortcomings are mine.


Title: Baroque Pearls (Part I)
Author: saki101
Fandom: Man from UNCLE
Genre: Slash
Rating: R-ish
Word Count: 10K
Disclaimer: MFU is not mine and no money is being made.

Note: This section is a further development of the story and doesn't stand alone.

Excerpt: Napoleon and Illya dropped their bags just inside the apartment door. “Did you do something to aggravate him?” Napoleon asked.

“Who?” Illya mumbled, weaving towards the couch and collapsing onto it.

“Mr Waverly,” Napoleon answered, detouring to the kitchen and banging a few cupboard doors. “He seems to be trying to kill us.”


( Baroque Pearls )

The first part of this story is the second Egg I posted at MFU Writers Survival School. Charismaz requested a N/I preslash story, a rocky road egg, of pondering thoughts and dance for her Easter surprise.

Once started, the story grew well beyond the word limit for the Easter Eggs, so here is the first part (Egg, originally posted on MFUWSS) and the rest of the story. (Also posted on MUNCLE.)

Rating: Between PG-13 and NC-17
Word Count: 2790
Disclaimer: MFU is not mine and no money is being made.

Excerpt:
Illya had paused near the bottom of the steps for a moment before entering the room. It had been long enough to draw the appraising gazes of several sets of eyes, despite the gloom of the club. The dazzling white of his open-necked shirt had helped to attract attention, the shimmer of his long, blond hair in the light from the top of the stairs had helped even more, but for those close enough to see in the low light, it was the very snug cut of his black trousers that had helped most of all. Discreetly, Illya scanned the tables near him and as much of the dance floor as was visible from where he stood, then he descended the final two steps and made his way towards the dance floor for a more thorough reconnaissance.


( Blue Diamonds )