A Spy AU featuring Taki & Maki 🕶

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Spies were never supposed to fall in love. And yet, here they were
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Taki never trusted people easily.

It was a lesson drilled into him from the moment he joined Division 9, the covert spy organization that handled missions no one else could. Trust no one. Question everything. Always have an escape plan.

And yet, against all odds, Maki had become his exception.

Which was why this moment—standing in a dimly lit alleyway, a gun pressed to his ribs, and Maki staring him down from the other end of the barrel—felt like a cruel joke.

"Maki." Taki's voice was steady, but inside, his world was falling apart.

Maki tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable. "You look surprised."

"Yeah, well," Taki exhaled sharply, forcing a smirk, "I didn't expect my partner to turn on me."

Maki didn't lower the gun. "Then you weren't paying attention."

They had been assigned as partners two years ago.

Taki had protested, of course. He worked alone. Partners were liabilities—people who got in the way, slowed him down, or worse, became weaknesses.

But Maki...

Maki had been different.

He was sharp, methodical, and annoyingly composed under pressure. The perfect balance to Taki's reckless, improvisational style.

Over time, the tension between them had turned into something else.

Something dangerous.

Shared glances across briefing rooms. Stolen moments between missions. The way Maki's hand would linger for just a second longer than necessary when passing Taki a weapon.

Taki had never let himself name it.

And now, as Maki stood across from him—his gun drawn, his allegiance in question—he wished he had.

Everything had unraveled too quickly.

They had been sent to recover classified intel from a private vault. A routine extraction mission. Get in, grab the files, get out.

Simple.

But then the alarms had blared, security had swarmed, and suddenly, Taki was standing alone, with Maki nowhere in sight.

And now, just three hours later, Maki was here—with the stolen intel in his pocket and a gun aimed at Taki's chest.

Taki let out a low breath. "So, what now? You kill me?"

Maki's jaw tensed. "You should walk away, Taki."

Taki's stomach twisted. He had imagined a hundred ways this could have gone, but not this.

Not Maki looking at him like he didn't want to be doing this.

Taki took a step forward. "Tell me why."

Maki exhaled, grip tightening on the gun. "You already know why."

And that was the worst part.

Because he did.

Taki had spent enough years in this world to know when someone was lying.

And Maki?

Maki wasn't a liar.

Which meant this wasn't just betrayal.

This was something else.

Taki's mind raced. If Maki had truly turned, he would have shot by now. If he had really been an enemy, he wouldn't be standing here, hesitating.

Taki's heart pounded. There was still a way out.

Carefully, he raised his hands. "Maki... you don't have to do this."

Maki's expression flickered.

And then—a voice crackled through an earpiece.

"Tango-7, report. Do you have the target?"

Taki's blood ran cold. Maki wasn't working alone.

Taki moved before he could think.

With a swift motion, he lunged forward, grabbing Maki's wrist. The gun went off, the bullet grazing Taki's side, but he barely felt it.

Because in the next second, he had Maki pinned against the alley wall.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Taki's breath was uneven, his hands gripping Maki's wrist so tightly that his fingers trembled.

Maki looked at him, expression torn between loyalty and something else.

Something Taki had been too afraid to acknowledge before.

Taki swallowed hard. "You were stalling."

Maki's silence was answer enough.

Taki exhaled. "You're being watched, aren't you?"

A slow nod.

Taki cursed under his breath. "Then we need to make this look real."

Maki arched an eyebrow. "And how do you plan to do that?"

Taki didn't give himself time to hesitate.

He pulled Maki forward and kissed him.

It wasn't gentle.

It was desperate, edged with frustration, adrenaline, and the weight of everything they had never said.

Maki stiffened for a fraction of a second before melting into it, his free hand fisting Taki's jacket, pulling him closer.

The earpiece crackled again. "Tango-7, what the hell is going on? Report."

Maki ripped the device out and crushed it under his boot.

Taki pulled back, their faces still dangerously close. "So much for your cover."

Maki smirked, but there was something almost soft in his expression now. "Wasn't much of one to begin with."

Taki let out a breathless laugh. "Guess you really are on my side."

Maki's gaze flickered over the darkened alley, then back to Taki.

"I always was."

The sirens were growing louder. Footsteps approached from the far end of the alley.

They had seconds to escape.

Taki reached for Maki's hand. "Come with me."

Maki hesitated. Just for a moment.

Then, finally—he took it.

And together, they vanished into the night, leaving behind nothing but the remnants of a mission that had gone horribly, beautifully wrong.

Because spies were never supposed to fall in love.

And yet, here they were.