saki101

Many thanks to utopiantrunks for guidance and encouragement. The shortcomings, however, are all mine.

Title: Night Train
Author: saki101
Fandom: Man from UNCLE
Pairing: Illya Kuryakin/Napoleon Solo
Genre: Slash
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: This ficlet, originally written for Prompt #248 at slashthedrabble, can be read alone or as a scene between the last scene in Chicago and the one which begins in Boston in Post 5 of Through the Invisible (scroll down). Here it has been slightly amended from the 500-word version for "slashthedrabble". (Also posted on MUNCLE.)

Excerpt:
Above him the bed creaked. Illya could hear the weighted curtains being unsnapped, letting in light from the dim corridor. He could see the outline of Napoleon’s pyjama-clad legs as he swung them over the side of the top bunk, kicking the drapes across his bunk further apart. He watched as Napoleon slid noiselessly to the floor, swaying slightly with the movement of the train rolling them rhythmically east. Napoleon disappeared from view as the curtains swung together.


( Night Train )

Rating: NC-17

( Part 5 )

Rating: NC-17

( Part 3 )

This is my first post, returning to Muncle fandom after a 40+ year break! It all started when I saw "The Russian Angel Affair" and "Malchik Gey" and the intervening decades just disappeared.

Title: Through the Invisible: Volume I, Post 1 of 6
Author: saki101
Fandom: Man from UNCLE
Pairing: Illya/Napoleon
Genre: AU, Slash
Rating: NC-17 eventually
Word Count: ~52K (all of Volume I)
Summary: The story begins in autumn 1958 in London. Illya is a principal dancer in a ballet company; he already has an international reputation. Napoleon is an artist who is on the brink of international recognition. Their worlds intersect on an opening night.
Author's Notes: Originally written for MUNCLE Down the Chimney 2009 for atheneparthenos. The prompts were mistletoe, exploding crackers and unusual present. Slight changes have been made to the DtC version, especially in Part 6.

Excerpt:
The last light was fading beyond the rooftops across the road, the brief surge of gold that had marked the end of the afternoon squeezed to a thin line beneath the leaden clouds. Napoleon watched the colours of the street scene shift, the details lost to shadow.

( Part 1 )