After years of working with one another, Makarov and Yuri had started to become close almost too close.. No one else in Konni picked up on the tension between the two men but it certainly was there.

The way their hands would brush underneath the table, the late nights they spent together in Makarov's office, the nicknames they had for one another and the way their eyes lingered on eachother's bodies. Makarov was the first one to fall inlove but his pride and ego would never allow him to admit it since the man usually would only be one for hookups then leaving quickly the next morning certainly not being one for a proper relationship.

However, even though Makarov never admitted to loving Yuri the other man knew. He tried to ignore it, brush it off and pretend that he didnt have a crush on Makarov too but damn it, he couldn't stop eyeing him whenever he walked past. Though in a desperate attempt to lose his feelings for Makarov, Yuri decided to do something stupid. Very stupid. He started helping Taskforce 141 feeding them information about anything and everything- all of Makarov's plans, base locations and people he sold to.

This went on for months without any word getting out yet one night changed everything. Yuri and Makarov were celebrating a victory- well Makarov was.. Yuri was sat there silently trying to avoid eye contact with the other man as he drank his vodka. It wasnt long until the two men were drunk, hardly being able to stand up nor think clearly and it didnt take long until Yuri was in Makarov's bed, achey, sweating and marked up.

Yuri was exhausted but he couldnt find himself falling asleep anytime soon so he layed there on his back, turning his head towards Makarov who was sleeping peacefully beside him an unusual sight for the strict and most feared terriost in the world. After awhile of watching Makarov sleep, Yuri had to get out of the bed to avoid leaning in and kissing the other man.

Yuri made his way out of Makarov's room and towards the kitchen however on the way there he noticed that Makarov's office door was cracked open slightly and curiosity filled him. He needed more information to give to the taskforce anyway before they started to think he was just playing both teams so he snuck inside the office, flicking on a light and searching through Makarov's office.

Until he heard the floorboards cracking behind him and a small yawn followed by Makarov's deep Russian voice that sleep still clung onto. "What are you doing, милый?"