Whirlwind

by Pathfindr

I don't own the boys, no matter how much I want to. They are owned by someone else. I am not making any money on these stories.

Napoleon walked into his apartment mentally and physically spent. The mission that he had just finished had been one of the most cursed he had ever been on. What made it worse was that his partner had not been able to join him, making the mission twice as long.

He closed the door, reset the alarm and took a deep cleansing breath. His gaze roamed around the room, glad to be home. As he continued to look he began to notice certain things not quite in their proper places. He walked around and began to grow alarmed. The room had been throughly and expertly tossed and he knew by who. Quickly he went through all the rooms in the penthouse and found the same careful search in each one.

He hurried to the last room in his search, the bedroom, and kneeled down in front of the dresser he had bought months ago. He tugged out the bottom drawer then pressed a catch in the back left corner. A hidden panel opened and there rested his prize, undisturbed. He pulled it out and replaced the panelling, then stood.

He turned towards the door with his prize only to have it snatched out of his hands by a black clad, blonde whirlwind. Napoleon looked up in startlement, as said whirlwind ran out the door cackling evilly. It only took a moment before he recovered and started chasing after the thief.

"IILLLLYYYAAAA!!" he shouted at the top of his lungs.

"HA! You're going to have to catch me first!"

So the chase was on as the older man chased his partner around their apartment. The chase ended where it started, in their bedroom with Napoleon tackling Illya onto the bed. He managed to grab the box but was nearly too late, over half of the box was gone.

Napoleon whined at his partner. "Illya, those were the last box!"

"Yes Napasha and you deliberately hid them from me."

"Well yes but only because I wanted some." he was pouting now.

Illya looked at his lover sprawled on his lap on the bed they shared, then reached for another maiden scout cookie. Napoleon let him have it as he took his own and popped it in his mouth. Illya began stroking the soft hair of his mate as they enjoyed the snack.

"So Napasha how was your day?" He couldn't quite keep the smile out of his voice. Napoleon didn't mind now that he was home.

"Awful, I mean there were 30 of them, all armed and dangerous."

"Oh please, it couldn't have been that bad."

"Oh yes it was! You try keeping your suit clean while 30 assorted ambassadors children, between the ages of six and ten, armed with all manner of sticky stain making things in their hands, run around loose in the zoo." Napoleon let out a huge sigh of relief that his day was over.

"There, there love. It's all over and you can rest now." Illya plucked another cookie and fed it to his mate.

"And how was your day?"

"Oh same old, same old. Had another chemical weapon of mass destruction made by Thrush to take over the world. Create antidote, had it done by 2 o'clock and I decided to come home early." Now he glared at his partner, "I went looking for those and they weren't where they were suppose to be."

"Sorry." He didn't sound sorry.

"Very well then, I'm taking the last cookie." he said as he quickly snatched it out of the box and into his mouth.

"Like hell!" and Napoleon surged up and claimed his partners lips... for the cookie of course.

I have no affiliation with Girl Scouts of America. I just love their cookies especially the Samoas/Caramel deLites those are soooooooo good. I based my maiden scouts on those types of cookies. My mom and I both love those so I thought I would put those in my story. I also don't know if they had girl scouts then but I just love the cookies. This story is in no way shape or form indorsed by Girl scouts.