[Makebelieve] Fic tree: The Rejected Lover Affair (Branch 2) part 10-11 [Man From Uncle] Illya/m, Napoleon/f - FRAO

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you write us a chapter. Don't worry about if two folks write the same part,
that only gives us an additional story from the branch. Anyone who wants to
start a wren of their own, roll it on out, the more the merrier...and what
better way to shake a list out of its stupor than to have stories pouring
in, hey? Oh, and finally, for those of you who want to try your hand at
writing but have never felt comfortable in turning out a full-out story,
this would be the perfect oppportunity for you to dip your toe. we're just
having fun. Remember, no rules or structure. If you want to do a single
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bits or large scenes, its all good

NOTE: With a double post for Chapter 6, this story has branched in two
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The Rejected Lover Affair (Branch 2)
by round robin authors

Fandom: Man From UNCLE
Pairing/Characters: [Man From Uncle] Napoleon Solo (Robert Vaughn), Illya
Kuryakin (David McCallum) and Alexander Waverly (Leo G. Carroll)
Portrayed by: above
Category: Hetero, slash A Wandering Wren. this is a story that anyone can
add to at any tme. Please consider adding a part.
Rating: FRAO
Status: wandering
Spoilers: not as yet
Series/Sequel: no
Brief Summary: One of the agents is....misplaced
Warnings: abuse under the disguise of BDSM, torture, angst, abduction
Notes/acknowledgments: written to bring attention to the new
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ManFromUNCLE_Fantasies list
General thanks to all of you folks who are requesting short fics and improvs
in the various fandoms. You're keeping the words flowing.
Disclaimers: MfU belongs to its creator. The story comes frm the minds and
souls of the writers.
Archive: on makebelieve





Part 10
by missdemeana2
missdemeana2 at yahoo.com


Illya woke suddenly from a fitful dream. No, not a dream, a nightmare. A
living nightmare. At night, even in sleep, his mind replayed all the horrors
of the day. He turned onto his side, trying to relieve the ache in his back,
and winced as the drying blood pulled at the sheet he lay on.

He took a steady, slow breath as the drugs in his system subsided. At times
the drugs were almost a blessed relief, allowing him some respite once the
sedatives kicked in. But the aftermath left him with a hangover and nausea
that left him wishing for oblivion.

He looked about the basement, taking in his surroundings. A tidy, almost
homely room, neatly decorated, but sparsely furnished. The bed he lay in was
large and comfortable, with an old fashioned quilt that lay half on and half
off the bed. Across the room, a set of stairs let up to the basement door.

At that moment, one thought entered his mind; he had to reach that exit.

While he had some semblance of self-control, Illya tried to move his
recalcitrant limbs. His movements were spastic, but he found if he
concentrated hard, he could force his shaking arms to push him upright. He
sat for a long time, waiting for the room to stop spinning, before sliding
his legs over the side of the bed. He paused after each movement, waiting
for his body to get used to the activity. Eventually, holding onto the metal
bedpost, he hauled himself upright.

Using the wall for support, he slowly tottered, like a new born foal,
towards the steps, each step giving him a sense of achievement. A little
nearer, just a little more effort….

He felt an unexpected thrill as his hand made contact with the first riser,
and slowly lowered himself to sit on the step. He chuckled to himself,
relief that he'd got this far giving his confidence a huge boost. After a
few moments to get his breath back, he turned and slowly began to crawl on
his hands and knees, one step at a time, towards the exit.

He almost made it. Two steps and he would have been able to touch the door.
He never even heard Paul behind him, quietly coming up behind his captive.
Never suspected a thing until a heavy foot pushed against the back of his
neck forcing him down. Illya grunted hard in pain and cursed himself for his
carelessness. How had he not seen Paul in the basement? Had the sadist been
hiding, lurking, waiting for his victim's attempted escape? Just another
cruel joke. A cat playing with a helpless mouse.

He felt Paul's hand brush over his hair before taking hold of a hank and
pulling his head back at a painful angle.

"Leaving so soon, pet?"

Illya glanced sideways as Paul's face came close, and tried for bravado.
"Just needed some fresh air," he managed to whisper.

At first Paul's face looked annoyed, but like the sudden changes in the
weather, he abruptly smiled, laughing lightly. Illya felt the grip in his
hair relax as Paul's fingers began to pet him like a cat. "I forgot how you
like to tease, baby." Paul's mouth came close to his ear. "How you like to
play games. It's one of the things I loved about you. What I really missed."

Paul hauled Illya up and over his shoulder, carrying him back to the bed. He
dropped him roughly onto the mattress before turning his back to Illya.
Illya considered the possibility of jumping him, but his current condition
made that unrealistic. He'd watch and wait for now. Experience told him that
men like Paul became overconfident and careless. And with luck, maybe Paul
would leave him alone for a while.

But luck wasn't on his side, and hadn't been for the last few days. As Paul
turned back towards him, a hypodermic in his hand, Illya felt his heard
sink. "No…."

As he felt the burn of the needle's contents flowing into his veins, he
wondered, not for the first time, if Napoleon was looking for him.


end part 10
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Part 11
by peja
makebelievearchive at gmail.com

Napoleon woke groggily, muttering curses at himself. The men backing Ivy up
should have been warning enough that the lovely evil little bitch was
working with someone.Someone smart enough to abduct Illya, and that menat
someone damn intelligent, because Illya was no man's fool. Hell, the bitch
had been confident,running the meet like someone who knew all the little
tricks. How the hell had he let himself ignore that when she'd casually
relieved him of the hidden GPS. It had screamed all manner of warning and
alerts.

He'd been so fucking blind, hadd only seen her as the slightly silly, not so
very smart little doll of before. And yet he'd gone in thinking he could
charm the little bit of fluff much like he had charmed her when she was
fresh and interesting

Stupid. So damn stupid.

Would he ever see his partner again. Was Illy even still alive?

Or had Ivy let her hatred of the brilliant blond agent end his life.

The thought burned through him, bringing tears of grief to wash his face.


end part 11
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