"Michael, I... I want to be with you." The Spy looked up at Michael with the most open and honest expression the sniper guessed a Spy could have.
"What?" He managed to choke out in shock. Since when had a Spy ever wanted to be with someone? Much less... Michael.
"I find you intriguing. You are safe and that is a luxury I can usually not afford. If you want to turn down my offer, I understand and I will forget this whole encounter happened." The Spy was watching the assassin carefully, his chin resting absent mindedly on his open palm. Michael's mind was reeling wildly. What if someone found out? It surely went against the contract, didn't it? And if they were together, could they really kill each other on the battlefield? If they didn't, it would hurt their team, and if they did... well what sort of horrible unhealthy relationship was that? Sniper gulped, looking at the floor, hesitating. "Very well. I'll see you tomorrow in battle." Spy stood from his chair and started to open the door for Sniper to leave, but Michael shook his head quickly.
"Blimey Spy, I... I'd love to be with you." He surprised himself with speaking. He hadn't meant to even say anything yet. Spy's head whipped around in surprise. Had Michael just surprised a Spy of all people? "I mean, we're gonna have to do some things different from yer' everyday couple, but we could make it work, right? We're both competent guys, yeah?" Michael sputtered, unsure of what to say. He'd never said yes to being asked out in his whole life. It was terrifying. His heart was beating desperately in his chest and his palms were shaking. Spy was still looking at him in surprise. "Well shite, you're actin' like you've seen a ghost-" Michael started to laugh.
"I hadn't expected a yes." Spy said quietly, his voice was different than usual. "Tu vas etre un bon amour."
"I hadn't expected you t' ask." Michael scratched his neck awkwardly. They agreed to meet again the next day after battle, in Sniper's van, since it would be much easier for Spy to get to the RED side, than for Sniper to get to the BLU side. Sure enough, the next day, he mysteriously arrived in Sniper's van, still wearing his suit and mask. Sniper was uneasy about the whole thing, at first.
"Hey Spy?" He asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice betraying the uncomfortable feeling in his stomach.
"Oui?" Spy cocked a delicate eyebrow and waited.
"How do I know yer' not just doin' this for your team? Or to turn me in t' the Administrator?" Sniper shifted in the driver's seat. Spy grinned, his head leaning back in a relaxed pose.
"Tu est amusant, mon tueur à gages. We can agree to never speak of the war, at all, if that assures you of my intentions." He offered, his smile was good natured enough. But Sniper was too smart for that.
"That's bull." He frowned and crossed his arms.
"Pourquoi? Why is that?" Spy chuckled, seemingly impressed at something or another.
"Yer' a bloody spy! We don't need t' talk about battles for ye' t' get all the information you need. Ye could easily look through my things... or just know 'em somehow." Sniper looked at the Spy with a firm expression. The Spy's face finally seemed to become at least marginally more serious. He waited for the Sniper to offer something else, a curious expression on his face. "What's yer' name?" Michael finally asked, staring at the Spy, who hesitated. "I don't need the whole bit, just yer' first name is all. You can handle that much."
"Guess." Spy bit back playfully and for a moment, Michael was reminded both of why he enjoyed spending time with the Spy outside of the battlefield, as well as why he was always such a satisfying kill on it.
"I dunno. Somethin' all French-y." Michael's frown deepened and he tried to concentrate. Spy roared with laughter at the comment.
"Oh, you've caught me, bushman! It is I, Napoleon Baguette, the noble Spy!" He laughed again and Sniper found himself grinning along with him, even if he didn't want to. Spy paused for a moment like he was making a decision. "My name is Bastien." He watched the Sniper's reaction carefully.
"I could go and tell my team that, right now." Sniper said in a faraway voice.
"And I could have easily lied." Spy retorted.
"It's a nice name. It suits you." Michael said, looking into Bastien's alluring gray eyes. He grinned but said nothing else as Michael started the van and started to drive somewhere. After an hour or so of the radio swinging sweetly, Michael pulled into a parking lot. "You know how to bowl?" He asked and Bastien shrugged.
"If not, I will learn." He reasoned and stepped out of the car. By the time Michael had gotten to the other side of the car, Bastien was an entirely different person, once again. As always, the silver eyes stayed, as well as his shockingly young age. But everything else was different. He was tall and broad shouldered, with a mop of light hair instead of the usual dark. His clothes were what Michael assumed the kids wore those days, but he wasn't sure. As they walked inside and got the bowling shoes, Michael did his best not to act surprised when he had a conversation with the woman working the counter in a perfect Australian accent.
"Blimey, how'd you do that?" Michael asked when he returned from the counter with their shoes.
"The accent? Lots of trainin' is all." He shrugged nonchalantly, still with his perfect accent, but he snuck a wink at Michael. He wondered if he'd met the Spy for the first time that night, if he'd been able to tell him from one of his neighbors at all. He doubted it and that scared him a little. But then again, part of what attracted him to the Spy was the sense of danger and mystique that seemed to surround him, so it wasn't a surprise to Michael.