Methods [Ianthony One-shot]

Anthony was annoyed and angry. They had finally caught Ian and the fucker didn't want to cooperate. It was the case of Anthony's life, and it really annoyed him that Ian was so good avoiding the answers. Instead he only talked to tell jokes or flirt heavily with Anthony. Indeed, the first thing he spoke when he saw Anthony, once he was handcuffed and he couldn't escape was "If I knew you were that attractive, I would have let myself catch earlier."

He felt proud of himself, but deep inside he felt a little bit of disappointment; he dedicated so many years of his life to that particular case and now it would be over. But at least there would be peace to the affected families and Ian would be in the place where he belonged. And well... there were always more criminals to catch. But... he didn't felt invincible or full, he just felt... emptiness. It wasn't as satisfactory as he thought it would be. He tried to convince himself that he wanted to end with this madness that Ian Hecox's case had been but... He wouldn't be telling the truth. He would be continuing his life as a cop, catching criminals, living in his little flat in Los Angeles and feeding his cat Pip and Ian would be rotting in prison. It was how it was supposed to be, but... he, actually, didn't feel like it was right. He had a crazy feeling, some mad thoughts in his head, and, somehow, he knew that he was maybe a little in love with Ian in his head.

Ian was like a kid. He had fun annoying adults and laughed at the stupidest things. But yet he was charming, mesmerizing and incredibly beautiful and handsome. Anthony sometimes thought that Ian couldn't have killed all these people the way he apparently did, but he couldn't be naïve. He was willing to do what was in his hand to make Ian confess.

First he tried to break him with insults, but the only things that Ian did in response was smirk and teach him new insults, and even invent his own. He laughed at his own puns and wordplays. Laughter escaped Anthony and when Ian noticed he smiled widely. Ian flirted in between puns and jokes. At the beginning it was more or less innocent, but each time he said something inviting and seductive it was more and more dirty. Anthony found himself sporting a hard on every time he left the interrogation room. Anthony knew he lost. Ian knew the effect he had on him, he fucking knew. But two could play this game, and sometimes Anthony responded, flirted back, but he joked saying he didn't actually mean it. But of course he did. The first time he saw Ian he knew he was lost. If they hadn't met in these circumstanced maybe... No, it would be different, for sure. Anthony was the romantic type, he would asked politely to go to have dinner somewhere, then he would go to a park or somewhere and then he would have drive Ian to his house and maybe (he hadn't decided yet) he would have kissed him on the cheek or even, if he was feeling like it, on the lips. But no, he couldn't do this, and, besides, Ian didn't wake those feelings in him. No, it was wilder than that, something that he had never felt with anyone. Was it because he had been living in his head all these years that he was starting to think a little bit like him?

He tried to break him with threats of violence, but Ian replied smirking at him, adopting a blissful appearance and adding some dirty, dirty shit. Anthony's cheeks ended up being bright red and not their permanent and usual tone of pink. And Ian, well, Ian was so delighted with himself. Anthony mentioned a lot of torture methods that he knew Ian had used but he pretended that he didn't know what he was talking about even though his eyes, his fucking baby blue eyes revealed that he was actually lying. His eyes were so transparent and clear that it was easy for Anthony to get lost in them. The first time he saw Ian face-to-face was a shock to him. He had see pictures of him, of course, but any of the pictured did justice.

He tried to break him being friendly and kind, but he only could hold the cover for less than two hours. He couldn't keep up, he just couldn't. Ian was annoying, sexy and cute and just wanted to punch him in the face. Anthony thought again and again that he should be disgusted and nauseated but no, he felt aroused and he hated it and loved it at the same time. Anthony started to flirt back, and in the moment he did he knew that he was, definitely, lost. Ian won. That was it.