Here's one MfU snippet - kind of very mild slash. Shayheyred has corrected and helped! All mistakes are mine.
By: Sensine
Rating: G
Pairing: IK\NS
Disclaimer: don't own, know nothing
Summary: Too short for that. One Saturday evening. Illya wants to give or give in to Napoleon.
“No, Napoleon. Absolutely not!” Illya tried not to raise his voice. After all, they were in the middle of the up-scale mall to which Napoleon had dragged him. And it was a busy Saturday afternoon.
“But, Illya-“
“What is wrong with white?”
“White is fine. White is what you always prefer. White is conservative.” An argument Illya should take notice of.
But no.
“Good try, Napoleon of the conservative, gentlemanly habits.”
Time for begging. It always worked.
“Please? For me?”
“Really, Napoleon, that is low, even for you.”
Apparently begging would not have its usual effect this time.
Okay, he could restore to blackmail.
“Illyusha.” He looked at Illya with his best puppy dog eyes. ”It is the exact color of your eyes. I will look at you and think how beautiful you are, and how you are all mine.” He put in an extra possessive stress on the last two words.
Illya sighed, and, yes, yes! Napoleon could see resignation and maybe a little amusement in Illya’s very blue eyes. Oh, yes. Illya had lost to a master.
“Very well, Napoleon. I will wear a decadent blue silk shirt for tonight’s UNCLE party.”
Illya mumbled something more when he turned and entered the fitting room again. Napoleon could only make out a few indistinct words “stubborn American….his way.”
Napoleon smiled. He couldn’t wait to see the impression Illya would make tonight.
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Later that same night, when they were lying among rumpled sheets, smelling of sex, them, the blue shirt tossed into a corner of their bedroom, Illya sighed contentedly, snuggling even closer to Napoleon’s warm and sweaty body.
“You know, Napoleon, if this is the reaction I will get every time I wear a blue shirt--“ Napoleon hummed his appreciation. “--If so, I believe, maybe, I will consent to put one on more often."