An evening out for ill_take_bottom

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After the conclusion of their adventures in Istanbul, the three spies had been sent to the American city. Waverly informed them that this would be the new headquarters of the fledgling U.N.C.L.E. agency. Illya had only been there for a few weeks and was still learning his way around New York. He spent some of his spare time studying maps of the city, so the little cafe was fairly easy to find. It was only a short distance from U.N.C.L.E.'s new headquarters.

He went inside and took a seat in a booth by the window. Cowboy was no where to be seen. He had arrived ahead of Solo. The waitress sauntered over and offered him coffee. "Tea, please. With lemon." She gave him a funny look and a menu. She returned a minute or so later with a cup of hot black tea with a wedge of lemon on the side. He got another funny look from her when he told her he would wait to order until his companion had arrived.

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Illya lowered his eyes as the waitress came with their food and let his leg slide against Solo's a bit. He looked up when the waitress placed his food in front of him. The chicken fried steak was odd looking, but smelled delicious.

"Thank you," he said to the waitress, settling his napkin in his lap.

[ill_take_bottom]

He thanked her as well before he shifted so he could start eating. He glanced over at Illya again, smiling as he watched the man while they ate. "I'm just glad that I'm getting this chance with you. No matter what happens."

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"Me too," Illya admitted. He was particularly interested in what might happen after they finished dinner.

He cut into the the odd looking steak. It cut easily and he tasted it. He waited until he had swallowed the bite before looking at Solo and smiling widely, "You were right, that is delicious."

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"See, I told you. You should listen to me more often, Peril." He teased, chuckling as he ate before offering the man a bite of his own food.

"Then again, I suppose that advice could work both ways, couldn't it? I'm looking forward to the place you mentioned as well. You'll have to recommend something for me."

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"We both have much to learn from each other," Illya said, leaning over to take a bite of the offered hamburger. "This is good too." He wiped his lips with his napkin and smiled. He definitely intended to ask his partner to show him how to pick locks more efficiently.

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"Yes we do." He said softly, smiling as he continued eating his burger. He took a few fries, leaning over and dipping them in the gravy that came with Illya's food before munching on them with an amused grin. "And I can't wait to learn more."

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He laughed at that, "If we keep eating like this, we will need to increase our exercise or we will get fat."

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"I'm sure we could come up with a way to burn the excess, don't you?" He asked pointedly before winking at the other and chuckling.

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"I can guess what sort of exercise you have in mind and it does not involve jogging," Illya said with a laugh. He swiped a French fry from Solo's plate and dipped it in the remains of his gravy before popping it in his mouth. A drop of gravy escaped to his thumb and he didn't hesitate to put the digit in his mouth and suck it off slowly, making eye contact with his American counterpart the whole time. Gauging Solo's reaction. The American was not the only one who could be a tease.

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Napoleon stared at Illya as he sucked on his thumb to get the gravy off, cheeks flushing just a bit before he cleared his throat and adjusted himself as subtly as possible. "The exercise I'm thinking is a lot more fun than jogging." He murmured, icking his lips slowly before tearing his eyes away from the Russian's face. "We should get something to share for dessert..."

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"I am sure that it is," Illya was rather pleased with being able to make worldly Napoleon Solo blush. "That sounds like good idea. Though I am not familiar with many American desserts, so I will let you choose."

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He hummed, picking up the menu again before looking through the desserts. "This looks perfect. Fresh chocolate cake with vanilla ice cream." He said, tilting his head.

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Illya watched Solo look over the menu again, "That sounds good. I have never had American ice cream. We have it in Russia, but I am told it is different."

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"Oh I'm sure it is. You'll have to tell me just how different though once you try it." He said with a smile, pushing the menu to the side and leaning against the table. "Its very sweet and creamy here."

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"I will let you know," he said as the waitress came and took their dessert order. Once she had gone, he gave Solo a smile, "So, where do we go after this?"

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He thought about it, tilting his head a bit and tapping his fingers on the table. He honestly didn't want to be presumptuous, but at the same time, he wanted more from this night. From this date.

"We could always go back to my place."

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Illya grinned, brushing his leg against Solo's beneath the table. "Where you plan on corrupting me further with your decadent American ways, of course."

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"I don't hear you complaining too much about that prospect." He teased, pressing into the touch a bit before pulling his wallet out so he could pay for their meal.

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"No, no complaint. It is great opportunity to study your decadent American ways," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

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"Oh I'll show you plenty of decadent American ways." He said before motioning the waitress over and paying the check. "Come on. Lets get out of here."

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"I look forward to it," he said with a grin slipping out of the booth and buttoning his jacket. "Lead the way." He had not been to Solo's flat before. Illya was very interested to see it. You could tell a lot from how a man organized his personal space.

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He led the way back to his flat, thankful that it wasn't too far away. He smiled back at him, winking playfully as he unlocked the door and led Illya inside. Surprisingly enough, even for being known as a thief and his reputation for enjoying opulence, Napoleon's flat was actually not very flashy. The furniture was nice, but not over the top, meant for comfort over looks.

The place was neat, with very few personal effects. A handful of art, but nothing high end. He turned once the door was shut, pulling Illya in and pressing their lips together.

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Illya looked around the room when he stepped inside. He was a little surprised that it wasn't a bit more lavish. Then there was no more time for looking. Solo's lips were on his, their bodies pressed together.

He automatically took a step backward, and his back was pressed against the door. Illya was only a few inches taller than the American, but he found himself sinking a little to better fit into Solo's embrace. His hands roamed Solo's back sliding down to his ass.

"You do not waste time. I like this," Illya panted when their lips parted.

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He followed when Illya moved back, pinning him against the door before cupping his face and sliding hands into his hair. He groaned softly, huffing a bit before pushing back into his hands when they were on his ass.

"Why would I waste time now? I've finally got you here." He breathed against his lips, staring into his eyes before licking his own lips. He smiled, taking a step back so he could remove his jacket, laying it neatly over the back of a chair, then his fingers started working at the buttons of his shirt.

"I've been waiting for this. For the right moment to find out if you were interested. I didn't want to get hit...or lose your friendship if you weren't."

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Illya took the opportunity to unzip his jacket and put it on the back of a chair as well.

"I have been interested... For a while." Since Rome actually, and when Solo had saved him from drowning. Though after the American had been with Victoria so enthusiastically, Illya had been sure that Solo would not be interested in him. "But I am accustomed to keeping... My desires hidden." Except when it came to Gaby. Those he could express without alerting his handlers to his other interests. Illya peeled off his turtleneck and folded it neatly, setting it on top of his jacket.