Easter Egg for Georgiamagnolia

"Hey, Frankie, holy Mother of Mary!" The THRUSH agent slapped his erstwhile partner on the leg. The man came awake with a start.

"What? What the hell did you wake me up for?"

"Look who we have checking in."

"That's looks like the Russian guy… what's his name… Kuryakin? And Solo? Those two checking into a gay hotel? You have got to be shitting me… wow, Solo doesn't like to waste time, does he?"

"Good God, if I kissed my wife like that, she'd kill me."

"If you kissed your wife like that, she's have you enshrined. The recorder running?"

"Yea, I wish we had audio though. I'd love to know what they are saying."

"With Solo's tongue that far down his throat, I don't think Kuryakin is saying much of anything… and there go the hands. I heard Solo was a mover."

"Hell, he's going to take him right … oh my God… is that even possible? This is better than the last three porn movies I rented. "

"Obviously, since we're looking at it. Crank up the a/c, will you? It's getting warm in here."

"Okay, you can't tell me a man's ass is designed to take it like that. That's gotta hurt."

"Look at Kuryakin's erection – you can't be that hard and hate what's happening to you."

"Thank God the wife isn't…. whoops, that's Kuryakin gone… he's Johnny on the spot."

"And Solo… wait, what's he doing now? Ah, ugh, eh, that's just not right…"

"Looks like it's Solo's turn. He'd going to have to bend more than that…"

Illya Kuryakin came awake instantly and darted a look around. In front of the room, the head of Section Three was droning on about something.

"You okay? You look a little flush." Napoleon glanced over, smiling. "You were really out. Not that Hank would ever notice."

"Yea, weird dream." Illya was too aware of the wetness in his trousers. "Really weird dream."

"Probably that chicken mole you had last night. You should have gone with the huevo rancheros."

"What's Hank going on about?"

"Oh, Waverly's found out about the rather exclusive hotel THRUSH is running and is thinking about infiltrating… he's looking for volunteers." Napoleon studied his partner, his eyes dropping to Illya's lap and Illya crossed his legs. "It's a… very… exclusive hotel."

"No."

"Too late… you shouldn't fall asleep in briefing…" Napoleon just grinned. "Besides, how bad can it be?" He frowned as he watched Illya pinch his forearm, then winced. "What are you doing?"

"Trying to wake myself up."

"You are awake."

"That's what I'm afraid of… Tell me you didn't say yes."

"Okay, I didn't say yes, but I didn't say no either."

"This is not going to end well."

"What's the worst that can happen?"

"It already has…"