I watched the Man From U.N.C.L.E. reboot again a few days ago, and apparently it was love at second sight, so for the past few days I've been thinking a lot about queer spies (and yelling about said spies to my friend on facebook). This yelling resulted in fic.

This was hammered out in one sitting, I have a cold, and it’s not betaed, so, to quote one of my favourite fic writers, “caveat lector; mind your head”. This is pure self-indulgent nonsense, nothin’ deep here, folks.

Word count: 1093
Rating: PG
Relationships: Napoleon Solo/Illya Kuryakin
Summary: The gang goes out for a drink or five.


They’ve been working together for three months already when Illya first hears Napoleon sing, and he nearly fumbles his drink in surprise.

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