red_peril | Fashion Week Paris - for Ill_take

He was over the moon that they had invited him to show his work in Paris, but he was also very nervous. This was Illya's first time as a designer doing Fashion Week. In Paris, no less.

It made the somewhat grouchy fashionista even more so. His assistant was luckily thick skinned or she would have gone home in tears half a dozen times already. His cat walk show was fourth in line and following up far more famous designers with huge companies. He was following Givenchy, and Yamamoto. These were incredibly powerful fashion houses. The Kuryakin house label consisted of Illya and his assistant Moira. He did all of the design work and a good deal of the sewing. If this went well, it would work into more money and he could outsource sewing part of the work and concentrate just on designing.

He was glad to have Napoleon there. Luckily, he had used Napoleon as a model before and had enough time ahead to make clothing that fit his muscular frame. That meant less adjusting just before going on stage. The classic cut suit looked perfect on him. Illya did stop Napoleon before he went onstage and nervously adjusted his tie. He couldn't hide the shaking in his hands.

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He reached out, stopping Illya's hands quickly before shaking his head. "Hey, Peril...calm down. You are great and everyone here knows it which is why you are here. Just take a deep breath." He winked, smiling warmly before giving his hands a firm squeeze.

"No one expects absolute perfection." He said, rubbing his arms before sighing quietly. "Now, I am going out there and show just how awesome your clothes look so you can make a mint. You are gonna check on my next outfit, take a breath, and call a car to be outside for us tonight so we can go have some drinks."

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The touch made him stop and he looked in Napoleon's eyes and took a deep breath. "You are right, Cowboy." He nodded and smiled. Illya was tempted to kiss him, but didn't let himself. Not in front of Moira and the rest of the Paris Fashion world.

Illya gave him a nod instead, and let him go. He almost didn't catch him inviting Illya out to drinks. "Ok." He gave Napoleon a last grin before letting them go. He did go check on Napoleon's next outfit. It was more casual than the suit and he had Moira call for a car to pick them up when it was over. Napoleon's wasn't the only outfit he had to check on. He had five men, and six women models he was working with.

Illya did take a peak out the curtains and watch Napoleon glide down the catwalk, all confidence and gorgeous. His part of the fashion show was done before he knew it and he went up on stage with the models and took a walk himself. It was not normal for him to stand out himself. At the end of the catwalk he made a bow. When it was all over, he gave a sigh of relief.

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Once Illya's show was completely over he changed into his casual clothes before grabbing the man's arm and leading him towards the entrance. "Come on. Lets get out of here and go get some amazing drinks in a beautiful city." He said softly, squeezing his arm. "You have to escort me. I'm far too pretty to be wandering around Paris all by myself." He teased, winking at the man as they wandered outside and to the car. He slipped inside, sliding across the backseat and making room for Illya. He gave the driver directions to a really nice bar he knew about before settling back and looking at the other man.

"You did an amazing job tonight. Soon enough, you are gonna have new orders rolling in and you are gonna be rolling in it." He teased, leaning in closer to him, locking eyes with the man and biting his lip.

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He let Napoleon lead him out to the car. It saved Illya from having to talk to reporters which were hanging around in front of the venue. Illya laughed, at Napoleon's excuse. He was very very attractive. Illya wasn't sure he thought of him as pretty. But that didn't matter.

Illya slipped into the car beside him. "Thank you." He was very happy to be done with the show. Hopefully, he would be selected to come back again next year. "I hope so." When Napoleon leaned closer, Illya took the invitation and did what he had been wanting to do for quite some time. He kissed him.

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He wasn't sure what he had been expecting when he leaned closer. He knew he'd been hoping that Illya would kiss him. He'd wanted it for quite some time, but the other man had kept his distance and maybe it had been for the best. Napoleon knew he had quite the reputation, though since meeting the designer it was one that seemed to...die down rather quickly. Rumors even started that something was wrong with him or that he was secretly seeing someone, but it had all been because he actually liked Illya more than he had other's. Liked him enough that he wanted more than just some casual fling.

Still, he kissed back, letting his eyes slip shut as he sighed softly and pressed a hand to the taller man's chest. Illya was gorgeous. Hell, he wasn't sure how the Russian designer wasn't a model himself, but he swore he'd never even thought about it. After a moment he pulled back, leaning his forehead against Illya's. "You know, I've been waiting nearly 6 months for you to do that."

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Illya blinked at him when he pulled away. "Me too. I mean... I should not have made you wait so long."

It seemed like there was always someone around and Illya was always crazily busy. Especially in the last six months getting ready for the show. He had known that Napoleon had a reputation. Illya was not eager to be another of the American's conquests. Still, it was almost impossible not to be attracted to him.

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He swallowed, smiling a bit before he started to kiss him again but instead pulled back, his hand pressed firm to Illya's chest. "Wait...I need to know..." He stopped, biting his lip. "When we met and I started flirting...and you brushed me off as just another playboy model..." He started softly, ducking his head. "You were right. You called me a whore...wait!" He said, holding up a hand when Illya tried to say something. "I heard you talking to Moira. I know you knew about my reputation, but you knew I was a good model and would make your clothes look amazing. And I did. I know...how I was. And I know I can't prove shit, but thats why I haven't been seen with anyone for almost 5 months now."

He blushed, clearing his throat. "I've spent the whole time wanting to get closer to you. I don't want some...stupid...fling with you.,"

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"You are fantastic model, Napoleon. I'm sorry I called you that." It was his turn to blush. "Moira also told me that you hadn't been seen with anyone for some time. Working with you, I have come to respect you."

It didn't help that Napoleon had Moira on his side. "I'm afraid I have been frustrating my assistant. She has been trying to play matchmaker for us all that time." And Illya had his own reputation as a perfectionist and drove himself hardest of all.

"I didn't have time for anyone while I was working on this show. Tonight when you encouraged me... I knew then that we might have something meaningful between us."

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"I will always encourage you, Illya. You are an amazing designer. Whether I am the one wearing your designs or just seeing them...it wouldn't matter to me. I told you that the first time I saw them." He said quietly, shaking his head and smiling before leaning in and slowly pressing their lips together in another kiss.

His fingers brushed the man's cheek and he sighed, pecking his lips once more before they reached the bar. "Come on. Drinks to celebrate an amazing show and then...we can go back to the hotel."

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"I appreciate it," Illya said after their lips parted. He had found it hard to admit to himself, let alone to anyone else, that he had been a little afraid too. It had been a long time since he had been with anyone. "Does not hurt that you are gorgeous."

The tenderness surprised him a little, but he liked it. "Yes, please."

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"Of course it doesn't." He teased with a wink, slowly slipping out of the car before taking Illya's hand and heading inside. He found them a table, settling before looking at the waitress. "Whiskey sour please." He said, glancing at the menu of small plates they served. "Oh, and bring out one of the sample plates too. I'm starving." He said, smiling at Illya as he ordered a drink too.

He moved closer, glad he'd picked a darker corner for them. "I was starting to think that you'd never come around, you know..."

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Illya followed him in, not objecting to Napoleon taking his hand in public. He was happy that Napoleon had found them what seemed to be the one quiet corner in the place. He hadn't gone out much... Actually hadn't gone out at all since starting his new business and he found the cocktail menu confusing. He ordered bourbon, neat.

"Me too," he ordered the smoked salmon and Brie plate. Illya had been working so hard today that he couldn't remember if he had eaten. "I had been working too hard to get to today." He took a deep breath and relaxed for the first time in weeks. "Just to get this business up and running. Being invited to this show was more than I had dreamed of."

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"I knew you had it in you. I told you as much the first time you let me see some of your extra pieces...and your portfolio. I knew you could make it here and you did and now you are going to be one of the best new up and coming designers." He said, squeezing his hand gently.

"And you know, you might even hear from a few other fashion houses. Sometimes they like doing collabs with some of the really popular newcomers. It'll be so great for you, Illya." He said, leaning over and kissing his cheek. "I'm so proud of you."

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"Thank you," it was his turn to blush a little. "I do value your opinion. I wasn't certain if they were inviting me here for my own work or in memory of my mother."

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ill_take_bottom

"Illya..." He said softly, giving the man a look. "While many of these houses had great respect for your mother and her designs and work? This is a very...cut throat business. Even out of respect? They wouldn't have sent you an invitation if they didn't think you didn't have the chops to be here. And to give you the spot they did? You had a slot between two big time designers, meaning a lot of attention for your designs too. And you weren't given a small slot either. Your had meat and everyone there saw it. I saw a lot of people talking and heard it too."

His smiled widened and he moved closer, leaning into him. "You are going to be the next big name. I already know you'll be getting business when the show season gets closer. Don't be surprised if Moira tells you tomorrow that you've already got a handful of requests."

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He gave Napoleon's hand a squeeze and looked at him wide-eyed. Illya had been so focused on his work that he hadn't heard any of the buzz around him.

"You're right. I feel like I have had tunnel vision the last few weeks," he admitted. "And when that happens, the real work will begin." Illya forced himself not to think of what was next. The food and drinks arrived and he took a sip of bourbon and felt much more relaxed.

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"You'll be able to hire people to help so you aren't doing it all yourself. I know some people...there is a girl, Gaby Teller. She is an amazing seamstress and has been looking for work. If you have the ability, you should try her. She is fast, efficient...and very very good." He said before kissing him quickly.

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Illya kissed him back. "Ok, tomorrow send me her information and I will call her." Leaning over, he kissed Napoleon not so quickly this time, closing his eyes a moment. How many times had he wanted to do that over the last few months?

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He kissed back, reaching up and slowly letting his hand slide over the back of Illya's neck, holding him close before pulling back with a smile. "Will do." He murmured, staying there for a moment before humming and turning to his food. "Come on. Lets eat and have another drink after this. Then we can head back."

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"Okay," he tucked into his appetizer plate. They ate, drank, and talked. By the time they finished their meal, Illya felt much more relaxed. He also felt happy for the first time in a long time. He found he liked being with Napoleon.

He almost wished he didn't have to go back. But he couldn't leave all the cleaning and packing up to Moira. He ordered some food to go for her. Moira tended to push herself harder than he did, and knowing her, she'd probably also forgotten to eat anything.

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He went back to help as well, smiling and winking at Moira happily. Once they had everything taken care of, Napoleon pulled Illya close, staring into his eyes for a moment and ignoring everything around them as he spoke. "I think you should take me back to your hotel, Peril." He murmured, pressing close and resting a hand on the man's chest. "Don't you?"

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Moira was happy to get the vegan sample plate from the restaurant. Illya was right, she too had forgotten to eat. She was also glad to have the help to clean up. Between the two of them, even with Napoleon taking time to flirt with Moira, they had everything packed up in no time. The clothes and other gear would be shipped back to New York.

Illya insisted that Moira go out and have some fun in Paris while they had time. Their flight back to New York wasn't until Monday. So they had a few days to play tourist.

"That sounds like a very good plan," he agreed, leaning in to kiss Napoleon quickly, when the other man pulled him aside. "We deserve to have some fun too."

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Napoleon led him outside to the row of cars waiting for the event to end for the night. He pulled him along to one of them, slipping inside before waiting for Illya to give him his hotel information. He leaned into him, his smile lazy even as he pulled the designer into a kiss that would leave them both flushed and panting.

"We do deserve to have some fun. You most of all."