A/N: I am so sorry I have not written in a long time but here is something that I have been working on

The Beginning of it All

"Agent M, Agent H, be sure to stay on task. Remember, the mission today is extracting information from the target that will lead us to her boss. Agent M, be sure to charm her. Agent H, stay at the bar and watch for any suspicious activity."
Haru aka 'Agent H' grumbled his 'okay' to his boss, Rei. Makoto aka 'Agent M' nodded his head but quickly realized Rei couldn't see him over microphone, so he answered his 'okay' with a pink tinged face and kept his eyes on the road.
This wasn't their first rodeo, well actually they hadn't done a rodeo getup yet, but with this occupation the chance would come sooner or later. Honestly, none of the two young but experienced boys would have seen themselves as being spies in the future. Sure maybe when they were around five or so and they had watched too many action movies, but who would have thought that a few years later, they would be on their umpteenth mission, still together as they both negotiated during their recruitment.
"Are you nervous, Haru-chan?" Makoto tried to make small talk with his best friend since early childhood. The dark haired boy was unusually quite this mission, well, he was always quiet, but their was some type of annoyance or anger in this silence. Makoto could tell by just looking at him.
They were both dressed in tailored suits that made them look like two young masters, or at least the CEO's of a major company. The car, which Makoto was easily driving probably hadn't even been released yet. The place that they were going too was a Michelin Star rated restaurant that required month early reservations in order to even be thought about for eating there.
Their mission: Extract information of new drug from the client dubbed 'the lady' due to her charming looks that deceive men, without her even telling them her name. And none other than Makoto was the chosen one to extract this information.
"I wonder how people can live like this. In these suits, and cars, and money, everyday. It's crazy, right?" Makoto glanced at Haru who was pouting with his arms crossed on his chest, resembling an upset child.
Makoto sighed and faced the road again. "You know, I am not going to know what's wrong unless you tell me."
Haru huffed in response and turned towards the window, obviously ignoring Makoto.
Makoto's brow furrowed, but he didn't press Haru, sooner or later he would figure out or be told what was wrong. Well... at least he hoped so. Haru was notorious for holding a grudge.
"You know, I am actually pretty nervous for this mission. We aren't usually so direct in contact with the target. How am I even supposed to charm her? I've never done that! I doubt I am even capable of it! Right, Haru?"
A frustrated sigh was all Makoto heard from Haru.
"Oh your capable of it." Haru grumbled to himself. "Makoto?"
Makoto was glad Haru had finally acknowledged him. Maybe now he was going to tell him what was wrong. "Yes Haru?"
"Shutup."
Makoto frowned and parked the car in front of the restaurant where a valet took their vehicle. They were quickly ushered inside where their jackets were taken off leaving them both in their vests.
"I spot the target." Makoto murmured into his microphone that was both connected to the boss, and Haru. With a deep breath, Makoto rolled up his sleeves and walked towards her with a bright smile. "Is this seat taken?" The beautiful lady shook her head and motioned for Makoto to sit next to her.
"He's sitting with her." Haru told Rei over the microphone, annoyance clearly evident in his voice.
"I am sorry Haruka-san." Rei apologized earning a grumble from Haru.
Makoto's brow furrowed. Why was Rei apologizing?
"Why the long face?"
Makoto turned back to the target and covered his confusion with a bright smile. "Sorry, I was just thinking about how little time we have here. I would like to know you more, if that's okay with you of course."
Makoto heard Haru scoff over the microphone. He glanced from the corner of his eye to the dark haired boy who was idly sipping from a martini glass, still with that annoyed look on his face. God he looked beautiful.
"Why don't we go somewhere a little more private then?" The lady motioned two guards over and the two were escorted to a VIP section of the club where Haru couldn't see or hear Makoto through the microphone. They must have had a device that cut off all communications at that area.
Makoto smiled as the lady questioned him about small things in order to get to know him better. Overall, he was able to extract information on an underground drug ring that her 'friend' was running. He found it odd that when she asked him about his girlfriend, Haru appeared in his mind. Of course they had always been friends, and Haru was beautiful... but his boyfriend? Oddly the thought made his heart race with an unknown feeling that wasn't quite bad.
"So I would take it you do have one?" The lady pried, running her slender fingers across Makoto's arm that was propped on the table.
Makoto blushed and scratched the back of his neck. "No, no, why would you say that?"
"Honey, that dopey smile is not fooling anyone." The lady stood up and kissed Makoto on the cheek, pressing a card in his shirt pocket along the way. "Well then, call me if you ever get lonely." With that she left Makoto alone in the VIP section, contemplating her definition on 'lonely'.
Finally gathering his senses, Makoto adjusted his bow tie and walked out of the now secluded section toward the front of the restaurant where Haru was still sipping on his martini.
"Did she leave?" Makoto asked into his microphone which was now on due to him leaving the secluded section.
Haru nodded his head and walked towards Makoto. "Nothing happened in there, rig-" Haru stopped his sentence midway when he saw the red lipstick mark on Makoto's cheek. With a huff, he walked back to the car where he sat in the backseat. No longer by Makoto's side in the front.
Makoto ran to catch up. He sat down and turned towards the back to look at Haru for an explanation. "Haru please... I don't know what's wrong." Makoto's voice faltered making Haru's eye twitch.
"I didn't like this mission." Haru looked at Makoto who still had the lipstick stain on his cheek. Reaching out, the smaller boy rubbed it off with his thumb, leaving Makoto's cheek slightly pink.
"Why didn't you like it? You didn't have to do much on this one." Makoto was glad Haru had finally decided to give him an explanation.
"Exactly, you had to do all the work."
Makoto laughed and scratched the back of his head. "I thought you liked to not do so much work on a mission."
Haru rolled his eyes and sighed. "That's not what I am saying."
Makoto stayed quiet for a while before turning on the car and driving back to head quarters.
Once they arrived they were greeted by Nagisa, the secretary of the boss which was Rei.
"Haru-chan! Mako-chan! Over here!" The small blonde waved them over to where he was standing. "My, my, you both look hot! That suit does wonders for your chest, Mako-chan." Nagisa giggled and motioned for the boys to follow him, but not before earning a glare from Haru. "I am kidding Haru-chan, I am kidding."
Makoto laughed along with Nagisa, but he was seriously wondering why everyone was apologizing to Haru today.
"Just take us to the boss." Haru mumbled as he started undressing in the elevator.
Makoto couldn't help but stare as Haru started unbuttoning his shirt.
The first button unclasped, revealing Haru's collar bones. Makoto's eyes stayed glued to Haru's hands as he anticipated them to open the rest of his shirt.
"Aren't you going to stop him?" Nagisa snickered into Makoto's ear, obviously catching the heavy stare.
Makoto snapped out of his reverie and grabbed Haru's wrists. "Haru! You can't do that here." Makoto tried to maintain a steady voice as he grabbed Haru. Why was he so transfixed on him? When he was undressing, for that matter!
"You promised me I could take this suit off as soon as we got back from head quarters when we were putting them on." Haru pulled away from Makoto, but not before savoring the feeling of his warm hands around his wrists.
Makoto sighed and buttoned up Haru's shirt. "When we get to our room you can change. First we have to tell Rei the details, then we can go and change."
Haru watched Makoto's hands as they buttoned up his shirt. "Okay."
Nagisa cleared his throat, making things clearly awkward. "I don't think you all noticed but the elevator door has been open for quite some time now."
Makoto and Haru both turned to see Rei's office with said man sitting at his desk.
"Haruka-san Makoto-san, glad to see you all are back in one piece. Once again, sorry about this mission, Haruka." Rei smiled at Haru, who turned his head away.
Rei turned his attention from Haru to confused Makoto. "Makoto-san, did you manage to get information?"
Makoto nodded and handed Rei the card that the lady had slipped into his shirt pocket. "She said her friend has a drug ring, though she offered no hints on location. I believe I can extract more information from her. She gave me her number and told me to call her when I get 'lonely'. I think she trusts me and possibly wants to be my friend."
Nagisa laughed and jumped behind Rei's chair, making the spectacled boy jump in surprise. "I think she wants to be more than your friend Mako-chan. You reek of her perfume so she must have been all over you."
"Nagisa-kun!" Rei warned, worried of Haru's darkening eyes.
"Why did you let her touch you?" Haru asked, clearly not noticing the perfume earlier.
Makoto was taken aback with how angry his best friend sounded. "I had no choice, really."
"Yes you did." Haru growled as he turned around back to elevator to their shared room.
Makoto looked from Haru to Rei, asking for permission from his superior to leave. Rei nodded his head and excused him with a flick of the wrist.
"Haru!" Makoto called as he stuck his hand between the closing doors of the elevator.
Haru's eyes widened when he realized Makoto ran after him, it made him feel a bit happy to be honest.
"What do you want?" He asked, covering his surprise with a scowl.
Makoto leaned against the wall and looked up at the ceiling. "I don't know. I just don't feel right when your angry with me. I feel uneasy when your not by my side." He slowly let out a deep breath. "What made you so mad today? Was it something I did?"
Haru shook his head. "No, it wasn't what you did. Well you did do it, but you were just following orders."
Makoto's face scrunched up in confusion. "So... I did do something?"
"No, you didn't."
Makoto squinted his eyes, staring down the tiled wall in front of him. "I don't really know what to say?"
The bell rang, warning them that they had arrived at their floor.
"Let's go to our room." Haru called behind him as he quickly escaped the confining space.
Makoto kept up at a brisk pace, his long legs keeping in stride with Haru's hurried ones.
After closing the door and kicking his shoes off, Haru stripped down into his underwear, discarding his designer suit, and rummaged through a drawer for a pair of sweat pants. Meanwhile, Makoto was having a hard time keeping his eyes away from Haru's bent figure. Just leave it up to the sweat pants to be in the bottom drawer.
"These will do." Haru announced as he slipped a pair of sweat pants on that were two sizes too big for him.
"H-Haru, those are actually mine." Makoto piped up from his bed where he was sitting and staring at Haru.
"I know." Haru remarked uncovering his bed and slipping in, his ears tinged a light shade of pink.
"Goodnight Makoto." Haru mumbled into his pillow, refusing to look at his best friend.
Makoto shut off the lights and slipped into his bed too, also discarding his clothes, but not bothering to put any sweat pants on.
"Haru?"
"Yeah?"
"I am sorry." Makoto apologized, making Haru cringe.
With some shuffling and a couple of light footsteps, Makoto felt a cool presence sitting beside him.
"Makoto." Haru breathed, his voice barely above a whisper.
Makoto turned around and laid on his back facing Haru's hunched figure. "Yes?"
"It's not your fault, really. I am sorry."
Makoto smiled at Haru, his eyes shining genuine happiness. "Thank you, Haru-chan."
Haru scowled and walked back to his bed, his voice returning to its usual serious tone. "Drop the chan."
Makoto chuckled and turned his back to Haru, clutching his sweaty hand over his chest.
Why did he feel so nervous?

A/N: I am already working on the second chapter and I don't think it's going to be as long as this one, but anyway I hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed working on it. (Also I am not sure I am going to rush the romance in this one, at least the makoharu anyway)