By
Summer
MFU slash story
First time at an American Shopping center
The blond haired Russian bundled up his charge in a warm overcoat jacket making sure he was fully protected by the cold winter air. Illya Kuryakin put on his leather wool jacket and with his son in his arms headed out the door.
I was waiting for him impatiently in the car. My fingers were still icy cold and were trying to warm them with my breath to no avail.
Damn, I hate getting old.
Securing Paul in the back seat toddler chair and belted in, Illya got into the front of the car.
"Ok, ready."
"15 minutes." I hissed. "15 minutes I sat out here and froze while you were upstairs in the warmth of a house."
"Well, somebody had to come warm up the car for Paul." Illya defended himself with a low hint of sarcasm in his tone of voice.
"My fingers feel like Popsicles Illya."
"Shall I kiss them and make it better?"
Suddenly feeling very warm I took off the brake headed out into the street.
10 minutes later we pulled up in front of a huge Market Food store.
"Do you want me to stay here and keep the car warm?" I asked rather sarcastically.
Illya thought about it as he unbuckled Paul in the back seat and shook his head.
"It shouldn�t take too long. Come on."
Locking up the vehicle, I followed my partner and lover with his son into the huge store. Glancing at Paul, I could see the nervousness in the poor kid�s eyes.
I realized only then that this was the first time we had taken Paul on an outing since the return to New York from Canada and that Paul had never seen an American store. He was going to get quite a surprise.
Upon entering the store, Illya grabbed the nearest carriage, ignoring the adoring looks from woman over the little bundle he had in his arms, and put Paul in the seat.
Secured, Paul at once looked all around him, his eyes growing wider by the moment when he spotted the racks of fruits and vegetables ahead of them. His mouth dropped open in amazement. He had never seen so much food. They were just piled all together.
Illya meanwhile didn�t notice his child�s reaction and was quickly picking up only what he needed on his paper of things to get at the Grocery store.
I, however, did and seeing Paul eyeing a large green apple plucked it up and handed it to him. Paul smiled and was about to bite into it when Illya�s hand came out of nowhere and placed it into a plastic bag with a bunch of other apples and placed it into the bottom of the carriage.
Paul blinked and glanced down at the tied bag and tried to reach for it when I quick thinking grabbed another apple and put it into Paul�s hands.
Paul looked up and gave me a tremendous smile of worship. I melted.
As we made our way up the fourth aisle Illya paused in his search to look at the paper when little fingers grabbed his jacket and pulled on it for attention. Looking down Illya saw his son had finished his apple and had left only a core.
Glancing around in worry and seeing no one in the aisle, Illya scooped up the remains of the apple and quickly hid it behind a few canned vegetables. Then he picked up his pace and hurried to the next aisle.
Illya tried to save the bread and candy aisle for last, hoping that Paul would have finally gotten over his fascination of the American store and fallen asleep. But as he rounded the corner he found his child was more wide-awake then ever and as soon as he spotted the Oreo cookies his hands came up and started for them.
"Cookie, Cookie!"
"Nyet!" Illya replied firmly. Trying to move down the aisle past an elderly woman who seemed interested in checking the softness of the wonder bread.
"Cookie!" Paul cried, and again tried to reach for the delicious chocolate.
"Nyet, I said. No Cookies, not on the list."
Illya indicated the list and pointed at it firmly. "Not on the list we don�t get."
Before Paul could make a scene which I knew would be inevitable took out my pen and with flourish placed �cookies� on the bottom of the list.
Illya threw me a scathing look which I totally ignored and walked on giving a passing brunette a praising look at her legs and ah carriage.
Paul seeing all this smiled and scooping up the bag of cookies dropped them into the bottom of the carriage.
Pausing to my left, my eye caught on to the newspaper rack and I began to examine what was being sold in current news, which diverted my attention, and later Illya would inform me about.
Turning another corner heading for the meat aisle Illya bumped into a young woman with blond hair who was giving out free samples of cheese. She handed one to Paul who glanced at his father in confusion not knowing what to do.
"Would you like to try a free sample, Sir?" The pretty lady smiled coaxingly, but for some reason Illya didn�t feel very at ease about all this. Something wasn�t right about the woman. He just couldn�t put his finger on it. "Sure."
Being polite he took one of the sticks of cheese and quickly headed down the aisle.
Just as Paul went to put the object into his mouth Illya snatched it away and before Paul could squeal in protest Illya handed him a candy bar and opening it allowed his son to have that in his mouth. Then handing the carriage to me he started back towards the woman.
He was not surprised to see the woman was gone. Checking over the table Illya saw a small bag underneath. Picking it up he opened it and pulled out what he had feared. A small glass vial was within and on it was marked Arsenic.
Angry now, Illya frowned and pocketed the cheese. Although Uncle would test it later and find that the cheese that Paul had been given was poison free the cheese that Illya had been handed would have killed him within 2 minutes of digesting.
Returning to Paul, and not speaking a word about the incident, Illya finished up his list and quickly headed to the cash register. We paid for the food (plus one candy bar and one apple) and returned to the car.
Seat belting Paul back into place, Paul finally whooped and laughed.
When he spoke it was in pure Russian.
"Papa, we must take store to Russia, it has lots of food and we feed everyone."
Forcing a Smile as he recalled his first time in an American Store Illya nodded "Da." and got into the front seat as I joined him at the driver�s side.
"Napoleon."
"Yes." I asked quietly starting up the car.
"I think we have a problem."
"Yeah, its three years old and sitting in the back seat." I through Illya a big grin.
"Next time we use a condom?" I laughed enjoying my own joke.
Illya only glared at me.
Seeing Illya�s warning, I lowered my voice.
"What�s the matter?"
"I think it would be best from now on we do not take Paul with us to the grocery store."
Giving me the details I slammed the car into gear, my face darkening with rage.
All the way home the only sound that was made was Paul humming a Russian folk song and licking his newly bought lollipop from the grocery store.
..............
The First time catching Parents doing the horizontal tango
The puppy followed behind him as he slowly made his way to the bathroom. Still sleepy Paul was awakened when he realized he had to go pee.
Doing his best to hold it and make it to the toilet in time, he was quite disturbed when he was half way to the winning zone when he had his accident. Good thing he was still wearing his training pants.
Shaking his head he glanced at Katrina who quickly hid her face with her paws.
Sighing, Paul started for his daddy�s room to report the deed and paused when he heard a strange noise.
A squeaking sound.
Glancing at his golden retriever pet, Paul reached for the doorknob. Several moaning sounds came from within and now worried Paul threw open the door and got quite an eye full.
Hearing the noise Illya turned and yelled a curse in Russian and throwing myself off the bed pulled for the sheet to cover his body. I mean while toppled somewhere off the bed and onto the floor behind him with a loud thump. "OUCH!"
"Oh no!" Illya cried, trying to salvage the situation only to realize it was far too late. Paul was running over to him and giving Me, who was now struggling to get to his feet and cover my ahem essentials with the corner of the blanket, a narrowed angry glare.
"Nyet, you bad!!!" Paul pointed his fingers at me while wrapping his arms protectively around his father. "You no hurt my Papa!"
I blinked and looked to Illya for aid and saw Illya was too busy looking like a red turnip.
Katrina in the meantime was still standing at the door way with her tail wagging and a small glint of amusement in her eyes. That�s it she is getting no treats for a week...traitor.
***
"This is your entire fault!" Illya glowered at the table, while I sat opposite him with Paul seated next to his Father using one of his hands to stroke his father�s arm soothingly while still giving me, his Uncle Napoleon the death look.
"My fault.... I was the one who suggested we put locks on the bedroom door but oh no, you didn�t want to, saying we have another locks and security systems in this place."
Illya only lowered his head in his hands. His face still bright red.
"And I don�t see why your so upset, Paul is the one giving me the �I am going to kill you look�."
Illya glanced up and finally facing his son tried to explain the situation in Russian.
"Paul, Uncle Napoleon wasn�t trying to hurt Papa."
I took a sip of my coffee and tightened the bathrobe around my waist and shrugged. "That�s right, make that clear or I will never be able to sleep again." Not with out keeping at least one eye open.
Ignoring my words, Illya took Paul into his arms and hugged him.
"We, well.... Its hard to explain but...you see when you love someone...ahm...oh ah well when you are an adult and you meet someone that you...ah..." Illya looked at me and cursed. "Damn, I was hoping I didn�t have to explain about this until he was at least in his forties."
I gave him a small salute from his coffee cup. Welcome to forty years later one day too soon.
"He was trying to squish you Papa!" Paul gave me another dirty look. "You bad, bad, bad, Uncle Napoleon!"
"No, Nyet, Paul...Uncle Napoleon loves me...and he well when you love someone you want to get closer to them...and ah was hugging me that was all he was doing." Illya now gave me the help me look. But I was too busy looking at my coffee in my cup. It didn�t take a telepath to read that statement. �Paul hates me.� I grimaced painfully in my head.
"Come on; let�s get to bed.... It�s late."
Taking Paul�s hand, Illya headed out of the kitchen.
I followed a moment later. Keeping myself hidden I glanced into the toddler�s room to see Paul was trying to coax his father to get into his bed.
"You sleep with me Papa, I keep you safe."
Groaning, I headed back to the bedroom ready to be placed on the stake.
Illya joined me about an hour later.
Neither one of us spoke as we lay in bed staring up at the ceiling.
After a long time Illya softly spoke.
"That�s it, No sex until he�s in college."
"Oh god.... He hates me Illya."
"No, he doesn�t hate you, and God has nothing to do with this, and if he did and does exist he�s probably laughing right now."
"I don�t think he really saw anything though, Paul I mean."
Silence. Then Illya shrugged.
"Tomorrow we get a locksmith."
"You know I know a locksmith place open right now?"
Glancing at the clock which read 3:00 am. We got up and started to get dressed.
Before leaving, I moaned at Illya.
"How long is he going to hate me?"
"Not very long Napasha.... Tomorrow you take him to the Zoo and he will love you again."
I wasn�t so sure, but Illya was right, after the trip to the Zoo, Paul once again looked at me with worshipping and adoring eyes.
.................
First Spanking
It started out like any other day, accept that Paul seemed a bit grumpy. He didn�t want to get up out of bed, he didn�t want anything that was offered for breakfast, he didn�t want to follow through with his potty training and he did not want to wear any clothes Illya picked out for him.
Having our first day off in weeks, Illya decided to let the kid fend for himself and tried to immerse himself in a book. As for myself, Napoleon Solo, I was watching the football game on TV. Just in the middle of the first kick off, Paul wandered into the room.
I should have realized that the rascal had grown restless and wanted attention. It perhaps would have stopped the inevitable punishment that was to come.
Paul purposely switched the channels to put on Bug�s Bunny. I smiled and turned it back. Paul only pushed me away and put the channel back on Bugs Bunny.
Now, realizing that Paul wanted to watch his cartoons, I figured since I am the adult I should bow out and let the kid have his way. So I did.
But five minutes later Paul left the room and returned with a drum bought several days ago for Easter from Aunt April. Then proceeded to bang to his heart's content in the living room.
By the fourth bang, Illya looked up from his book with his eyes narrowing and putting on his most stern face spoke out. "Paul, if you must play with that annoying drum and make so much noise go to your room and play with it. I am trying to read, and Napoleon..." Illya sat up and switched the channel back to the football game.
"Is watching football."
That was when it started. Paul looked at the two of us and then WHAM! He used all his strength to hit the drum. His eyes wide and triumphant.
Illya put down the book and looked at Paul with a look that even scared me.
"Did you hear what I said? If you must play with the drum go play it in your-"
He never got to finish when Paul made several more loud bangs on the drum.
Illya glanced at me and I quickly grabbed the newspaper and hid my face in the headlines of the day.
I was not going to get involved with this. No way, No how. Katrina, Paul�s new puppy even agreed and the next thing I knew she was hiding under my arm.
"Go to your room Paul, until you can learn to play quiet-"
"NYET!" Paul roared back haughtily. He then dropped the drum on the ground and went to the TV set and switched the channel back to the cartoon.
He then pushed up the volume and glared at his father in a knowing smug look.
I caught it as I peeked over the newspaper and then quickly took cover again.
Katrina high tailed it to the kitchen.
For a few minutes my lover looked perplexed not sure what to do. Then finally he stood up and grabbed Paul by the shoulder. He swung him around and gave one loud smack on Paul�s bottom.
Paul remained very still, he didn�t scream, nor did he cry. He only turned his head and looked up at his father, who was now glowering at him. All Paul did was bite his lip and stare at his Papa with shocked blue eyes.
"Go to your room and do not come out until I say you can!"
Illya�s son turned and looked to me for sympathy but seeing that I wouldn�t even look up from the paper he slowly walked to his room.
He glanced back as if seeking a less punishment and seeing only his father�s angry glare he turned away.
He closed the door very quietly.
"I�m the worse father in the world." Illya fell back in his chair looking totally ashamed of himself and quickly covered his face with his hands.
"I just hit my own son."
"It was bound to happen, Illya; Paul was testing the waters. He wanted to see just how much he could get away with. I�m afraid to say it but he is very spoiled by us. Mark and April, even Waverly lets the kid get away with everything. He has to learn his limits. He has to learn who is boss."
Illya only sunk his head lower. "He will hate me now."
"No, he will just learn that when Papa says no, or gives an order he had better obey it. It�s for his own good Illya. Kids need boundaries."
"And pray tell where the hell did you pick up that jargon?"
Redding slightly, I shook my head. "Dr Spock, on rearing children."
Sighing, Illya got up and went to make himself a drink, as for me I put down the paper lowered the volume of the TV and switched it back to the football game.
25 minutes later Illya went to Paul�s room, knocked and told him his punishment was over. As Illya went to the couch, we were both surprised when the door did not open. Illya guilt ridden buried himself in his book, but no page was turned and it was obvious he was not reading one word before him.
About ready to go in with guns blazing an hour later, Paul finally opened the door and stepped out of the room. His eyes were puffy and red; it was obvious he had been crying.
I felt a sudden lump in my throat as I finished up the last of the salad I was making for dinner and saw Illya look up from his book to see his son slowly make his way towards him. Katrina was at my side eating out of her bowl and on seeing this looked up watching and waiting to see what was going to happen.
Almost gingerly and with great hesitancy Paul reached over and lightly touched his father on the arm. It was almost as if he was afraid he would be yelled at again or perhaps hit. It almost broke my heart. For a moment I started to doubt Illya�s firm punishment. After all Paul is only three years old. He�s just a baby. Maybe we were a little too harsh.
"I�m sorry Papa." The small voice replied. It was so soft it was almost not heard. The blue eyes looked up at his father and for a moment I thought Paul was going to cry.
"You are forgiven." Replied Illya in a voice that sounded quite choked up. Glancing at Illya I could see he also doubted his parenting at the moment.
"No more angry? I be good.... Da?"
"No Paul, I am not angry anymore. Please try to understand. When I tell you to do something I need you to obey it for your own good."
"Da, Da." Paul nodded and then lowered his eyes he replied. "I do what Papa says. I be good." Then after a long pause, Paul looked up and spoke and when he did I felt as if I was going to start to cry.
"Papa, still love Paul?"
Illya took his son into his arms and held him tightly, then kissing him on the forehead he pulled Paul slightly away so he could make his point loud and clear.
"No matter what you do, I will always love you. No matter what."
Smiling now, Paul climbed into his father�s lap and pointed at the book he was reading.
"Papa, read to me? Please?"
Adjusting Paul in a more comfortable position Illya leaned back, picked up the book and started to read out loud to his son. In the meantime Paul laid his head against his father�s neck and listened.
Watching them, I prayed and hoped that we would never again have to discipline Paul...
First Birthday, together at Burger King
Today was the day. It was Paul�s birthday and it was monumental because this was the first birthday that Illya would celebrate with his son.
He already had a fantastic morning. He awoke to the sounds of a musical carousal next to his clock and a new toddler bike at his bedside and two new outfits. For breakfast he got bunny made pancakes. Afterwards, Illya spent the morning catering to his son with every little demand the munchkin made.
I was quite envious since the blond Russian never seemed to cater to my needs, ahm I mean well...you know what I mean?
In essence the rascal was making out like a bandit. Unable to resist at around noon I went to Paul and got on my knees so I could face him eye to eye. It was my turn to get the little munchkin his gift and I wanted it to be the best present of them all.
"Paul, today is a special day, you know why?"
He shook his head no.
"Today is your birthday. You are four years old?"
At once his eyes grew big and round.
"And birthdays are special. Because you get to do anything and go anywhere you want. So, my gift to you...is what would you like for your birthday today...Would you like the moon?" I asked with a grin. "I�ll go lasso it and give it to you?"
Illya who was standing behind Paul rolled his eyes in exasperation.
While Paul just looked on at me reverently.
"Anything?" Paul asked.
"Anything...you want to go to France? London? The zoo? Anywhere...I will make it come true...so tell Uncle Napoleon what you want for your birthday."
The three-year-old stared at me for a moment then lowered his eyes and seemed to be in great contemplation.
I looked up at Illya grinning ear to ear.
"Oh my, oh my goodness, such serious thoughts."
Looking back at Paul, He was reaching for me, his hands clutching onto my shoulders and he was taking in deep breaths as the thought erupted into his head. He looked desperate.
"Yes, yes..." I said excited and unable to contain my pleasure sure that no matter what he asked for I would get it for him. "Tell Uncle Napoleon what you want?"
Finally he blurted it out sending Illya and I to dumbstruck silence.
"Burger King."
"What?" Illya finally gasped in horror.
"Burger King." Paul repeated. "Please, Uncle Napoleon I want to go to Burger King and be a King for a day...yes?"
As soon as those blue eyes looked at me my heart was lost.
I looked up at Illya and shrugged.
"Burger king...ha...sure...great...right Illya."
Illya only walked over to the closet to get our jackets.
"In your dreams." He muttered under his breath.
Twenty minutes later, The three of us were seated at a table in a fast food restaurant. Paul was seated in front of us looking like he was on cloud nine, with a plastic gold crown on his head munching away on fries and burger.
Illya was seated next to me looking extremely pouty with a plastic gold crown on his head.
Looking at the two of them and dipping my fries into some ketchup I kind of was glad Paul didn�t ask for the moon. After all that is one hard object to lasso.
Eating at a fast food place, well...it did one hell of a bang up job on your digestive system but hey...it�s edible. Besides it is Paul�s birthday.
Illya looked at me and then narrowing his eyes grabbed something on a table and before I could protest I was soon wearing an identical gold plastic crown.
A moment later one of the workers held up a camera and took a picture of the three of us.
Illya was not amused.
Well, at least it was one birthday Illya would not forget. Nor would we forget next year when Paul asked if he could go to Disneyland.
I really did think Illya was going to punch Mickey Mouse in the nose....oh, well that is another story.
The end.