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MFU Fanfic: Night Train
May. 3rd, 2010 01:01 amMany thanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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 )
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 )
