LINKDING

<blockquote>When UNCLE learns of a chemical weapons laboratory in the French Antilles, Gaby, Illya, and Napoleon are dispatched to investigate and shut it down if at all possible. They discover that THRUSH's scientists are developing an extremely powerful aphrodisiac - and their mission doesn't quite go as planned. Basically: sex pollen.</blockquote>

<blockquote>“Well,” says Solo. His hand flexes on the railing. He toasts them both and tosses back the inch of whiskey in his glass. He swallows and makes a face. “Let's get drunk, shall we?”</blockquote>

<blockquote>Gaby moves her body automatically; she had taken great care to learn this choreography inside and out. It was only prudent, to better watch their targets, and yet the learning of it had been made so difficult, as Napoleon had frequently intervened to turn her jeté in to a partnered Grand jeté, to her protest and to the destruction of two of the apartment's lamps.</blockquote>

<blockquote>One thing I’ve found quite curious about general A/B/O fanon is the tendency to closely mirror and amplify existing gender politics… when in a way a lot of the A/B/O trope is not about gender at all, but on animal instincts. I would like to share an excerpt from Encounters with Animals, by Gerald Durrell, who is one of my favourite authors: a great man and a conservationist: "I was able to watch the courtship of two tigers when I worked at Whipsnade Zoo. The female was a timid, servile creature, cringing at the slightest snarl from her mate until the day she came into season. Then she changed suddenly into a slinking, dangerous creature, fully aware of her attraction but biding her time. By the end of the morning the male was following her round, belly-crawling and abject, while on his nose were several deep, bloody grooves caused by slashing backhands from his mate. Every time he forgot himself and approached too closely he got one of these backhand swipes across the nose. If he seemed at all offended by this treatment and lay down under a bush, the female would approach him purring loudly, and rub herself against him until he got up and followed her again, moving closer and closer until he received another blow on the nose for his pains." … So a fic like that has been simmering in the backburner for a while. Enjoy…?</blockquote>

<blockquote>A relationship progressing through a series of naps. - or - Five times someone watched Illya Kuryakin sleep and one time he stayed awake.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Gaby has a very interesting question, and Solo is very interested in the answer.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Here's the thing about Napoleon Solo: he only values something if he's stolen it.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Written for a kink meme prompt: "Gaby requisitions one of Illya's sweaters. She ends up wearing it and nothing else."</blockquote>

<blockquote>Captured on a mission, Illya is exposed to a drug causing intense sexual arousal. Napoleon helps. (Note: I selected the rape/non-con warning because this trope is inherently dub-conny, and because there is discussion of rape and questionable consent in the story. The sex that occurs in the story is agreed-to by both parties. More details in notes.)</blockquote>