Pain and need
Chapter 3 waking
Blue eyes peeped behind the swollen lids, they slowly lowered to watch who´s hands were touching his. To his delight it were Napoleon´s soft hands, hands who had held countless of women and now they finally held Illya's cold hand. Ironically for Illya, he always had to endure a trauma before he could get some attention.
"Hey there, finally awake?" Napoleon moved closer towards Illya. "No need for you to talk, tovarish. You've been asleep for two days..." The blonds' gaze penetrated the brunets soul. "Hey? I was there you know! Just a bit late… Stop giving me that stare! I had a visitor." Illya rolled his eyes painfully with disgust and turned his head slightly away from his partner. He didn't want to hear any petty excuses, not now.
"Come on Illya? What's the matter with you lately?" Napoleon frowned as he moved closer, he tried to see his partners expression but Illya gave nothing away. "Are you jealous? I mean, I can't help it! You know I become suave with woman in distress? I do understand as a man, you… it mustn't be fun for you ."
Illya sighed. "Napoleon…" He was still facing the other side of the room.
"What? Just tell me! You want one of those girls? Just tell me next time! For heaven sake partner, there is no need for jealousy between us."
"You don't understand…" was the almost inaudible response. "Can't you just leave me alone please?"
"No, not this time pall. We are going to talk this out." Napoleon said as he moved to the other side of the bed, watched Illya closely. There was a sadness over the young man, a sadness that had grown since the past six months. Napoleon had noticed that, as well as many others inside U.N.C.L.E. Nobody knew what was wrong with him, Illya never spoke about his private life but it was noticeable enough.
He seemed more depressed, silent and even more tensed. He even seemed jealous at times. Something Napoleon described this to his lack of dating in the past year. Women even started to ignore the blond, they ran away from his coldness. He was often ignorant and rude towards them as well.
"Illya?" He whispered as he tenderly stroked the boy's undamaged cheek. "What changed you so much?"
The blond boy opened his eyes and stared into the brown gentle doglike eyes. His partner was so close, he could smell Napoleon's soap. He could feel his breath softly against his lips, the smell of coffee penetrated his nose. Illya moved closer and brushed his damaged lips against the brunet's. He held his breath as he studied Napoleon's face, he noticed the pupils in the brown eyes had dilated in shock. "I'm sorry." He whispered.
The next thing Illya heard was the door closing and Napoleon's steps in the hallway, he was alone again. Like always, he was alone.