[Makebelieve] Tree Fic: The Rejected Lover Affair (Branch 2) part 12 (man from Uncle) Illya/m, Napoleon/f

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This is now a Tree Fic.. If a segment post inspires you to write, please do
you write us a chapter. Don't worry about if two folks write the same part,
that only gives us an additional story from the branch. Anyone who wants to
start a wren of their own, roll it on out, the more the merrier...and what
better way to shake a list out of its stupor than to have stories pouring
in, hey? Oh, and finally, for those of you who want to try your hand at
writing but have never felt comfortable in turning out a full-out story,
this would be the perfect oppportunity for you to dip your toe. we're just
having fun. Remember, no rules or structure. If you want to do a single
person response (RPG) bit, its all good. the idea is to make a story. little
bits or large scenes, its all good

NOTE: With a double post for Chapter 6, this story has branched in two
directions. the primary (Branch 1) is archived here
http://www.squidge.org/peja/cgi-bin/viewstory.php?sid=39995 the second
branch http://www.squidge.org/peja/cgi-bin/viewstory.php?sid=40060 You will
find all versions
http://www.squidge.org/peja/cgi-bin/series.php?seriesid=456

The Rejected Lover Affair (Branch 2)
by round robin authors

Fandom: Man From UNCLE
Pairing/Characters: [Man From Uncle] Napoleon Solo (Robert Vaughn), Illya
Kuryakin (David McCallum) and Alexander Waverly (Leo G. Carroll)
Portrayed by: above
Category: Hetero, slash A Wandering Wren. this is a story that anyone can
add to at any tme. Please consider adding a part.
Rating: FRAO
Status: wandering
Spoilers: not as yet
Series/Sequel: no
Brief Summary: One of the agents is....misplaced
Warnings: abuse under the disguise of BDSM, torture, angst, abduction
Notes/acknowledgments: written to bring attention to the new
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ManFromUNCLE_Fantasies list
General thanks to all of you folks who are requesting short fics and improvs
in the various fandoms. You're keeping the words flowing.
Disclaimers: MfU belongs to its creator. The story comes frm the minds and
souls of the writers.
Archive: on makebelieve






Part 12
by PEJA
makebelievearchive at gmail.com

Napoleon stirred in his chains for a brief moment, then training kicked in
and he controled his natural reactions, hoping to cover his awakening. At
least long enough to get his bearing.

It was an idle hope.

"Come on, now, Mr Solo. Stop pretending," an amused male voice spoke.

His decision to keep playing possom wasn't such a good idea. The man spoke
Ivy's name and a vicious slap rang in his head.

Groaning against the bong bong bong ringing in his brain, he slit his eyes,
partly to avoid another swing, mostly to sheild himself aganst the harsh
light of the room. A relieved sigh whispered past his lips when he realized
the lighting was dim, soft. Almost comforting.

What was not comforting was the fact that he was bound quite effectively
with thick linked chains and metal bands to a massive, ornate chair. An
immovable chair.

That fact noted, his eyes lifted to skim the room. Two burly guards stood at
the door. The Queen's own could not have been more still as they were. They
could have been a work of taxidermy for all the movement they made. their
eyes never blinked as he stared at them, or so much as twitched in interest.
Napoleon wold have banked his life that it would be an entirely different
situation if something got out of hand.

His glance moved on, noting the bars on the windows. thick, implanted in a
base of cement. Outside each window, he could make out addional guards.

It passed though his mind that this place was easy to get into, not so much,
getting out. It was geared for keeping people in. A trap? Oh yea, more than
a passing fancy that. But why? Why trap ...

His mind drifted back to a rent increase in missing people reports in the
area. Important people. Scientists, military folk...and now him.

A dark chuckle snapped his eyes round. The man was lovely, with raven
blue-clack hair and eyes brilliant jade. And familiar. His brow crimped as
he tried to place him.

"Paul Fontaine, isn't it?"

"So nice of you to remember, Mr Solo." the man sautered over to the bed
where Illya slept, naked and exposed. "I'm sure you have been concerned
about my beloved consort. I assure you he is well." His mouth twisted in a
cruel smile as he traced a cluster of bruises and cuts. "Wellll....As well
as can be expected."


End part 12
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Okay MfU authors, or even those who just wannabe, how about adding a few
lines. this is much more fun with several writers throwing in twists

oh and remember to come play on
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ManFromUNCLE_Fantasies would love to see some
stories to christen the list from you all as well.

Feedback would be nice, guys...let us know what you think


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