One shots (H2OVanoss, MiniCat, Septiplier, requests)

A thief - H2OVanoss

Ship: H2OVanoss/Vanlirious
Type: Smut
Evan - bottom
Delirious - top

Delirious had enough. Enough of being always that second one, enough of everyone praising Cartoonz, enough of hearing how useless he was.

He kicked into the stone, watching it roll a few meters in front of him. He sighed, shoving his hands into the jacket.

He was trying, more than that, he was sweating his ass off so his boss could say a few good words, so Cartoonz could shut the fuck up. But it was pointless.

He knew that his partner caught almost every villain in the city, and those who escaped him, were already gone. Delirious question himself many times, what was he still doing there, why didn't he leave, why he still had some hopes to get as good as Cartoonz was.

Just as he was passing by one dark alley way, some men crushed with him, sending both of them to the cold and hard ground.

Even though Delirious was hit by the surprised attacked, he was the one who had his instincts and reflexes ready, already pointing a gun at the man.

The man looked at him, trying to catch his breath. That was the time when Delirious noticed too many items lying on the ground. Stolen items.

Delirious knew this was his luckiest day ever. He found a thief. He, almost 30 years old man, with really no idea what to live for, with one shitty apartment and one best friend, who was also his partner.

"Get on your knees. You're under arrest."

Delirious was proud, how authoritatively he had to sound. He was sparkling with proudness.

"Look, officer... there's really no need for this. I didn't do shit, I was just trying to get home," the men replied, making Delirious frown.

He decided not to let that thief try to talk his way out, he grabbed him by the wrist, hand cuffing him. At that moment, the thief tried to defend himself, making both of them fight.

But Delirious was stronger, mainly because he trained every day in hopes, he would get as good as Cartoonz was. Dragging thief to his house, he made sure the little sly rat couldn't attract more attention, than Delirious would want to.

They reached his apartment, he threw him into the living room. Turning on the lights, Delirious finally saw the thief. The man was tall, buffed, with worried grin on his face. To Delirious' surprise, he found somehow attracted to that man, in the way he shouldn't be.

Delirious also knew, that this was probably the new blood in the criminal world, nobody would congratulate him for that. He was angry at himself, mostly because he just wasted his time to drag that little thief along with him, revealing his house to that man.

"I swear, I didn't do shit!" The thief tried to defend himself once more, but he was threw at the wall.

"Spread your legs," Delirious commanded, trying to search that man.

"Get you fucking cop hands away from me!" The thief growled, being pushed against the wall stronger.

"Spread your legs," Delirious repeated, really not in the mood to fight with that man.

"Dirty fucking cop."

Delirious heard him perfectly, the thief's language made him boil in anger, but he stayed calm. He began to search that man, starting at his hands, then continued lower, receiving dying will to resist and silent moans from the man pinned to the wall.

He stopped everything, as he got an idea. His hands found the way on the man jeans, already unbuttoning it.

"What the fuck?!" The man shouted, but his head was pushed against the wall more stronger than before.