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"I'm an international. Super spyyy. SUPER SPYY-"
"will you shut it already, you're gonna get us killed"
Oikawa rolled his eyes at the nagging coming from his so called 'partner'.
They had been on a steak out for the last 2 days and it was honestly killing him inside, more so the other male in the car.
Woah woah woah this isnt how it started. Let me tell my own story yeah?
*many arguments and a slap to the face later*
Okayyyyy whats up guys its oikawa. Considering this is MY story, I should be the one to tell it right? Right.
So it was about 2 years ago when I first met him, although i can't say our first meeting was a pleasant one...
I should probably start with why he and myself didn't get along at first, let's just say after years of working with the agency, all to have that hard work taken from me when another dumbass spy came and took away my win, it didn't exactly start off the best friendship.
"Get your disgusting flamboyant hands off of me"
"Then YOU tell your boss that you refuse to work with me"
"Oh because I wouldn't have done that already if I had the choice"
Ah yes, here I was, currently racing a male i had only briefly met when our missions clashed. Iwaizumi.
He had to be the most stuck up, cold hearted bastard i'd ever met, and to think I had just been assigned on a mission with him was bull shit.
We entered the office doors at the same time, both breaking a sweat due to the excessive competitiveness to see who could get there the fastest.
I of course won (although I was probably disagreed)
"Ah here they are" bokuto stood from his chair and slouched over to us, I'll never get over how this lump of idiocy became THE boss of the company. He was shortly followed by kuroo, I'd only seen him once when our company's had a shoot off (that's a story for another time, let's just say they didn't get along well)
"I presume you two are here about the mission? No objections I take it" kuroo had a smug look on his face and I wanted nothing more than to punch it off. He thought he was such a big shot just because he had money behind his every step. Little does he know I heard him practically purring down the phone to someone I can only guess was the little blonde haired boy who had broken up the gun fight. And man was that impressive, dragging both bokuto and kuroo by the ears and banging their heads together. We later found out they had all attended high school together, crazy isnt it!!
Anyway I'm getting off track.
"I have one, a rather big one if I say so myself" i couldn't help but splutter as I recalled what I just said before clearing my throat.
"Anyway, why the hell do I need a partner? And why does that parnter have to be... him"
I sneered at the man behind me, earning quite a magnificent glare of hatred back.
"I hate to say this but for once I agree with shittykawa. Why do I have to parnter up with this idiot."
Bokuto chuckled to himself at the protests and tucked his hands away into his pockets.
"Lets call it an alliance shall we? You two pair up quite nicely, complete the mission together and we won't need to be at war with eachother anymore." Had and kuroo exchanged a glance that I couldn't make out if it was hatred or acknowledgement.
Whatever, i was still pissed. I was one of the best spies within this agency, a partner made me look weak.
"Tonight you will both go on a steak out, we tracked down the targets location and now we need to see if he works alone. I'll say this once. Be careful. We have no idea how this guy works."
Nothing more was said, we all knew when matters got serious enough to keep our mouths shut.
Storming out was rather an understatement, and I didnt stop when I'd left the building. Hell no I was mad. I trudged the whole way down to the cafe across the street before throwing the door open, the little bell announcing my arrival.
"Bad day?"
"You have no idea, your boyfriend SERIOUSLY gets on my nerve sometimes"
"Hey be careful now, thats still your boss"
I let out a subtle laugh at the fact akaashi wasn't phased that I was insulting bokuto right infront of him, more so he didnt want me getting told off.
Ah right I should probably introduce him. I met akaashi about 2 years ago, not really on purpose, more of a walking into the wrong room and catching him having a make out session with your boss kinda meeting. But we met up after to talk about what happened.. well- more like what we shouldn't talk about nor ever mention again, and we clicked. I always found it highly amusing that bokuto was some powerful CEO of the secret services while akaashi chose to stay out of any dirty business and instead, ran a small cafe outside the main building (it meant he got to spend his breaks sitting on bokutos lap. Gross i know)
"A partner akaashi. He gave me a partner, and no more than a stuck up snobby dickward named iwaizumi" I could hear my teeth grind when I said his name, just hearing it pissed me off.
"Have you even given him a chance? This will benefit both company's oikawa. Looks like you'll have to try get along with him" I watched as his lips formed into a smirk
"Wanna bet on how long it takes for you to fuck him"
There it was, akaashi had a habit of hitting people where it hurts, a reminder that he wasn't just an innocent little cafe owner.
Some intell about me, whenever i was recruited to team up with someone, it normally ended with my ass out and a few good poundings later. Yeah yeah judge me all you want, but missions can be stressful, and being glued to someone 24/7 while in that stressful situation can lead to the need for relief.... that relief being bouncing on someone's dick while in a cramped car undercover.
"Haha let me try to contain my laughter." As you could probably tell. This was sarcastic.
"That guy looks like he's never got laid in his life, no wonder he's so moody"
Akaashi nudged my shoulder before handing me an iced latte, my go to drink when I'd had a bad day. I said my goodbyes before heading back over to the shit show called my agency before heading down to the briefing. Our mission started tonight and not a second later, I read through the guys portfolio which did me as much good as driving a car blind folded. There was nothing on him, a name which alone took about a week to find, and some mentions of family to which were all dead.
I could pretty much understand why everyone was so on edge, we never went undercover without knowing exactly who our prey was. This was risky and we all knew it. Iwaizumi strolled into the room an hour later after getting everything prepped. Judging by the clinking sound I heard from his pocket when he sat down, I could tell he had a gun. Smug bastard. Only one of us were allowed a gun, Iwaizumi had been assigned that roll, mine was to be kept in the back of the car for emergency use only.
Why? I'll let you in on a little tip. Say we got caught and were forced to fight, the bad guy always goes for the guy with the gun to insure they don't get hurt, smart right? Wrong. While Mr baddie two shoes is distracted tryna fight the other guy, it gives the better looking spy (aka me) the opening to sneak round back and get my own gun, then being able to take control of the situation.
BUT. I wanted to be the one with the gun this time.
Iwaizumi seemed to pick up on that and gave me a smug kinda look as he took it out, loading it with amo before twirling it delicately round his fingers and back into his pocket. I'd say I was impressed if I didn't wanna punch the guy. He was hot and he knew it, and that pissed me off the most.
"You ready pretty boy? Or do you wanna complain some more?" I didnt even get a chance to bark back at Iwaizumis sly comment before he'd left. I took a deep breath in, in an attempt to control my hatred for this man before following after him to the car.
Of course this guy called shotgun and got to sit in the passengers seat. The drivers seat was always the worst, it meant you had to stay focused the whole time and it was harder to get out the car when the action started. Could today get any worse?
Apparenlty yes. As if reading my thoughts, Iwaizumi decided that now was the best time to change into his 'steak out' outfit, which concluded of a crisp white shirt and some skinny jeans that clung way too tightly to his.... ripped thighs. Now that id taken a good look, he really did have a nice body.
Stop thinking with your dick oikawa. I shook my head before focusing back on the road, trying to ignore the man smirking besides me.