Prompt: Tucked In

Summary: It’s been a long and tiring mission, but at the end of the day, they will always have each other.

Cross-posted to AO3.  Slash; there is no gen version

It was impossible to retain a boundless energy for 100% of
the time, especially in their line of work.
This was obviously true for Illya, who, on any given day, was content to
relax quietly in a chair, reading a book with one hand and petting the cat with
the other.

Napoleon had always been the social butterfly, so to
speak—even after a long day of work, he was always up for a night on the
town.  But, even for him, there were days
when the lure of the comfort of the bed was far greater.

They had rubbed off on each other—Illya had learned to
enjoy going out on the town, just as Napoleon had learned to enjoy sitting
around doing nothing.

And they enjoyed each other’s company, for their love for
each other was strong and was the most important thing—more important than
whether or not they went out or stayed in.

And so, after a long, exhausting day with the promise of a
weekend off (a rarity they both relished), they were both beneath the covers of
the bed, ignoring the cold autumn rain that the wind was blowing upon the
windows.

Inside, they were warm and safe—and together.  Napoleon had a protective arm around Illya
and had fallen asleep like that; Illya stayed awake for a little while longer,
lulled to sleep by the comfort of his partner’s touch and the familiar smell of
the bay rum he wore.

Aside from the wind and the rain, the only other sounds
were from the cat, Baba Yaga, prowling around in the living room, keeping a
sharp lookout to ensure that nothing—be it a bug or a THRUSHie–would invade
the apartment while she was on alert.

Illya gave a quiet, contented sigh and nuzzled up against
Napoleon; Napoleon awoke slightly as the blond hair tickled his chin, but he
smiled, kissed him gently, and readjusted his arm around him.  As much as he would have liked to suggest
something more intimate, he knew they were both in need of sleep more than
anything.  And, anyway, there was always
tomorrow morning.  With this in mind,
Napoleon was soon asleep once again.

Illya was generally not one to make wishes—he usually
didn’t believe in that sort of thing, after all.

But as he, too, found himself drifting off to sleep in the comforting
warmth of his partner’s embrace, he found himself wishing that this would be
something that the two of them could enjoy forever.

Prompt: Shoulder to Cry On

Summary: THRUSH’s new truth serum did not work as anyone expected…

Cross-posted to AO3

It was times like these that Illya was grateful that he
could convince Medical that Napoleon was better off recovering from this new
THRUSH drug at home.  This one in
particular would have been very embarrassing for Medical staff to witness, and
if Illya could preserve his partner’s dignity, then it was well worth putting
up with the drug-induced blubberings that Napoleon was spouting out.

“It’s a truth serum gone horribly wrong,” Illya sighed, as
he gently pat Napoleon on the back as he sobbed into his shoulder.

Napoleon was talking and confessing, alright—but to random
things that had been on his conscience.

“I shouldn’t have taken the family car for a joyride when I
was fifteen!”

“It’s alright, Napoleon…”

“I didn’t even have a
license!”

“I am sure the statute of limitations has long passed on
that,” Illya said, calmly.

“It wasn’t just that; I did all sorts of dumb things when I
was a kid—convinced Takeshi and the gang to play around the old well that
everyone said was haunted…!”

“Youngsters always do foolish things, Napoleon,” Illya
reassured him.  “Don’t forget, my mother
caught me playing cops and robbers in a tree—just before I fell out and bruised
my coccyx…  She addressed me as ‘Foolish
Duckling’ for a solid week…”

“I borrowed your turtleneck without asking once!” Napoleon
blurted out.

“I forgive you.”

Napoleon hugged him now, the drug causing him to be
overemotional and overreacting.

“You’re too good to me!”

“I am,” Illya agreed.
His expression softened.  “But so
are you.  You’ve sat with me patiently
whenever THRUSH drugged me and I got overemotional, so of course I will do the
same for you.”

And he was true to his word.  It was after a few more hours that the drug
wore off and, embarrassed, Napoleon pulled himself together.  And Illya did what Napoleon always did
whenever the situation was reversed—acted as though it had been nothing, never
brought it up again, and omitted it from the mission report.

It was an unspoken guarantee between the two of them, and
just another one of the many factors that made their partnership work so well.