Title: Aches
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Illya/Napoleon
Summary: After a mission, Illya finds himself suffering. Napoleon offers to help.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case, MGM and all the others… I just borrow them every now and then :) And I promise to give them back… eventually! Feedback makes friends!
Author's Notes: Written for the 2012 Easter Egg gift exchange on mfuwss. This is for loxleyprince. And endings are not my strong point… *sigh*
For loxleyprince
May I please have a slashy Easter Egg involving one of the guys giving the other a massage? It could be an artwork or a fanfic as I'd be delighted with either. Thank you!
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Illya groaned as he slumped on the sofa. Everything ached, and he couldn’t help but feel slightly jealous at the sprightly way Napoleon moved around the kitchen. What he wouldn’t give to move like that, but the last mission had really done a number on him. Being suspended by his arms for as long as he had been (he’d honestly lost count of how many hours) meant that the muscles in his shoulders and back were sore. A long bath hadn’t helped relieve much of the ache.
“Here.” Napoleon held out a glass for Illya to take. Illya reached for it, wincing as he pulled something.
“That bad huh?” Napoleon asked sympathetically, sitting down next to Illya, his own glass in hand.
“It’s not easing as quickly as I would like it to.” Illya admitted, tossing back his vodka in one gulp. It burned down his throat, just the way he liked it.
“I would say, finish your drink and I’ll help you out, partner-mine…”
“But I’d beaten you to it.” Illya finished, tipping his empty glass from side to side.
“In that case, let me finish my drink, and I’ll help you out.” Napoleon corrected himself with a smile. Illya nodded, closing his eyes and sinking back into the soft sofa, letting it support him.
“Illya? Illya, come on tovarisch, let’s get you to bed.” Napoleon’s voice roused him from the light slumber he’d inadvertently slipped into.
“Sorry.” He murmured, allowing Napoleon to give him a hand up.
“Bed for you.” Napoleon retorted, guiding him towards their bedroom.
“I thought you were going to help me out?” Casting Napoleon a glance from under his fringe, Illya’s eyes twinkled. He was awake now, and even though he still ached, he wasn’t going to let Napoleon skip out on his promise.
“Oh, I’m still going to help you out. I’d just prefer for you to be somewhere more comfortable while I do.”
Having gotten Illya settled on the bed, Napoleon disappeared off to the bathroom, coming back with a small bottle of massage oil. Normally they used it for… other purposes, but tonight, it would serve its original function. He paused a moment in the doorway to look at Illya, stretched out on his front and absolutely naked. Just the way Napoleon liked him.
Napoleon settled himself on Illya’s legs and let a few drops of the massage oil drip onto his hand. Warming it briefly by rubbing his hands together, he then smoothed the oil onto Illya’s back. He let his hands glide over the planes of Illya’s back, kneading the shoulder muscles before gliding back down to the small of his back. Over and over he repeated the motions, and soon Illya was thoroughly relaxed beneath him.
“Better?” He murmured, not wanting to break the tranquil silence.
“Much.” Illya answered, stretching a little under Napoleon.
“Good.” Napoleon climbed off Illya and the bed, stretching himself, before replacing the massage oil back in the bathroom cabinet and snagging a towel to clean off any excess. Gently, he towelled down Illya’s back before slipping into bed. Illya immediately curled closer.
“Thank you.” He murmured sleepily.
“You’re more than welcome, partner-mine.” Napoleon whispered back.