Oh my god this is so shitty, please bear with me

I have absolutely no idea why I thought writing this was a good idea. They are both extremely OOC and just,, no lmao what have I done ughhhh

I had no idea how to make Delta x Amane happen in canon and with my recent curiosity (obsession) towards interrogation sex I couldn't help but notice that Delta and Amane fit the bill for officer and delinquent really well...

Anyway I know next to nothing about how a real life interrogation goes but since it's fanfiction... So I'm basing this off what little I know and what I can conjure up with my own logic-

I'll spare yall the unnecessary ramblings, let's proceed onto the story~

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Delta Akane was a man of principles.

He was considered one of the best officers in the police department- serious, hardworking and punctual. He did not joke around, he did not spare even the smallest crimes, and he certainly did not overlook even the smallest details.

He was especially known for his interrogation methods- he could make the strongest of wills break, spill over everything and more without resorting to physical violence or such methods. He didn't need to get his hands dirty‒ his sharp intellect, silver tongue and mind games were enough to make the most stubborn criminals blurt out information without being subjected to a shred of pain.

Criminals liked him because they weren't beaten up. Criminals hated him because they wished that they had been beaten up- anything was preferable to the frankly torturous mind-fuckery that Delta Akane put them through.

He had impeccable self-control.

So then why the hell was he unable to glean a single bout of information from this stupid commoner who was supposed to be beneath him?!

2 hours earlier:

Delta looked up from the files he was reading, red eyes looking for the source of the faint rustling and footfalls that he'd heard just moments ago. His eyes locked onto Gwyn, who was muttering angrily under his breath as he stormed through the room and came to sit beside him.

That in itself was unusual. Gwyn being angry was rare. He was calm and serene most of the time. It must have been an exceptionally irritating case for him to get this worked up.

A moment later, Fumiya kicked open the door and plopped down on the couch with his head in his hands. He was breathing heavily.

Delta saw it fit to ask exactly what had the two of them so disgruntled.

"It's the recent detainee, Amane Kusaba," Fumiya sighed, "He was involved in the Tsuki Killings as a live witness to one of the murders; during which he saw one of the victims‒ Matsumoto Touji‒ being stabbed by a cloaked man. Reportedly, many other witnesses had been there but the witness claims that he was the only one who saw the face of the killer through the hood."

"Problem is, we've been asking him, over and over, for more than a fucking hour, if the face he saw matched with that of Makoto Kinomiya, the prime suspect of the case. And he refused to answer a simple yes or no question for a reason currently unclear to us." Gwyn continued after Fumiya had left off.

...Delta was rather curious about the person if he'd managed to make Gwyn swear.

The Tsuki or Moon Killings had started over six months ago. Victims would be found stabbed through the stomach on every full moon night, hence the name of the case. At first, no one had been able to find a single clue about the person (or group) committing the murders but slowly, as random patterns were discovered among the victims and clues were exposed, all the evidence pointed to their current prime suspect, Makoto Kinomiya.

If Amane confirmed the identity of the killer, then either Makoto would be arrested once and for all, or if it wasn't Makoto, then they'd have the appearance of the killer's face. Either way, it was majorly beneficial for the police.

If they could get him to co-operate, that is.

Delta could not understand for the life of him why someone would allow themselves to be detained for questioning and then just refuse to answer any of the police's questions. It wasn't even like he was being treated as a criminal!

He was shaken out of his thoughts by Gwyn.

"Delta, I think that you should do the interrogation."

Delta's eyes widened. While he was one of the very best, Gwyn and Fumiya were no slouches either. To just give up like that...

"Alright, I'll do it." Delta nodded, "Anything I need to know about him?"

Gwyn audibly sighed in relief. "I'd say that physical methods don't work on him. He's made himself pretty clear on the fact that he doesn't care about any sort of pain inflicted on him. No threats or intimidation work on him either. Honestly, if anyone could crack him, it'd be you, Delta."

"He's pretty intelligent too, actually," Fumiya chimed in, "We did try to puzzle him but he saw right through us."

Delta had to suppress the thrill of excitement that ran through him. It was just an interrogation, nothing to be excited about.

But it was so rare that he actually got a challenge... There weren't really many people that could stand up to his level of intelligence-  most would break within an hour or two- and besides, the rare ones who actually possessed some brain cells would realise that he was far superior to them and surrender anyway.

So when Delta heard about him, he deduced that Amane had nothing to lose- people didn't get that careless unless they had either given up hope or were just dumb by default. And he'd just heard that Amane was at least moderately intelligent...

Which meant that there was a possibility that he could actually have some fun fucking with his mind...

(A/N: Oh Delta, you're gonna be fucking with much more than his mind- alright, sorry for the interruption, I just couldn't resist XD)

Work wasn't supposed be fun, but if he was having fun while doing his job properly...

Well.

It was for him to know and absolutely no one else to find out.

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Delta watched the young man (Amane Kusaba, his mind helpfully supplied) recline in his wooden chair, his lithe frame relaxed and completely at ease.

He was certainly quite the fearless individual. Most wouldn't be so lax when dealing with the goddamn police- but then again, this was the guy who had just made two seasoned officers wash their hands off this entire matter.

He was certainly an anomaly.

Delta didn't bother making himself look like an imposing figure‒ from what he'd heard, it would just be a waste of time and he wanted to get on with it as fast as possible.

"I'm Delta Akane, and I'll be interrogating you on the Tsuki Killings."

He momentarily forgot how to breathe when enchanting green eyes locked onto his own red ones.

Amane stared at him; and there was a gleam of interest in them that made him feel smug.

"Well, you're certainly very straight to the point. I appreciate it."

His voice was much smoother and breathier than he'd expected... it was almost pleasant to listen to- no no no, it was tolerable, that was all; in fact, Delta wondered how he would sound when he was screaming in ecstasy- WAIT WHAT, he meant speaking everything on this mind and giving him the pleasure- the information that he needed.

Amane remained entirely oblivious to Delta's internal crisis. In a desperate attempt to compose himself, Delta locked his shameful thoughts in a shameful corner of his mind and threw the key into the deepest recesses of his mind.

"If you really do appreciate it, then would you be so kind as to verify the killer's face?" The sarcasm in Delta's voice wasn't unnoticed.

Amane's pretty, pink lips stretched into a wide grin, green eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Be my guest."

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Which brought Delta to his current predicament.

Two hours. Two hours, and there was no information at all. He had to commend Amane‒ no one had lasted this long against him. Well, no one had outright ignored him when asked a complicated question, too, but threats didn't work on Amane and so he was out of options for what he could do.

However, Amane wasn't exactly unaffected.

The green eyed male had to hand it to the cop- he had nearly ended up giving away the identity of the killer. He had a splitting headache too‒ God, how did Delta's head not hurt when he came up with those twisted questions? Amane was pretty sure that if he hadn't ignored certain questions then he would have been done for.

His reasoning for being such an uncooperative bitch was simple:

He hated the police.

In his opinion, they were utterly useless. They weren't capable enough.

They were never capable enough.

(They hadn't been capable enough to save his parents, to catch the killer, to have justice served‒)

He forcefully wiped the unwelcome thoughts out of his head. His parents were long gone, the case was long since closed, and there wasn't any sense thinking about it.

Still, he didn't plan to be such a selfish bastard and delay the investigation for too long, because the Tsuki killer needed to be caught before more people were killed.

But... He ought to have some fun first, right?

It was only fair that he get some measure of revenge against the stupid police. Seriously, if they gave up before they got answers out of him, what did that say about their competence?!

Not all of them are complete losers though, Amane thought as he looked at Delta.

The red eyed officer was surely giving him a challenge... It was damn difficult not to drool while looking at his devilish red eyes- UM, he meant, it was difficult not to get too caught up in his questions, that was all. Yes.

He jumped when Delta suddenly slapped his hands on the arms of his chair, looming over him and effectively pinning him in his place.

He fought the urge to smirk as he took in the rage on Delta's face- surely no one had gotten close to riling him up like that.

"You must be more foolish than I thought, if you're still refusing to answer." His voice was soft, belaying the storm in his expression. Amane found it oddly.... Captivating.

"You know, you'll be suspected as a criminal or as an accomplice of a criminal if you keep up this charade."

Amane leaned back in his chair and gave Delta his best 'I don't give a fuck' smile, because, well, he didn't give a fuck. Not even if Delta was invading his personal space with a crooked little smirk that did things to his stomach...

Delta's smile deepened.

Amane jumped as he felt the feathery light touch of fingers on his cheek. He stilled; he wasn't sure what Delta's intention was. He refused to break composure anyway‒ he stared Delta straight in the eye, trying to ignore how his heart suddenly began to beat fast and blood rushed to his cheeks.

"I'm well within my rights to extract information out of you in whatever way I want, as long as it's not an illegal method. And I assure you, I have many other methods to extract information."

The feathery light fingers had gradually moved from his cheeks to his neck, lightly caressing along the way the entire time Delta was speaking.

Amane scoffed, giving him a confident smirk (and it delighted Delta that his smirk was shaky- Amane was trembling‒) "Do your worst."

"You might be arrested, you know."

Amane saw an opportunity and seized it‒ anything to throw him off his guard‒

He smiled slyly, still shaking but still stubborn. "I don't think I'd mind you putting me in handcuffs~"

Delta froze; it was just for a moment, and then his red eyes flashed with vengeance.

"I don't think I'd mind putting you in handcuffs, either, Amane."

Amane breathed in sharply as goosebumps erupted across his body. The way Delta said his name... It was almost like a physical caress, that velvety tone...

And then the screaming in his head turned to silence as equally velvety lips descended onto his.

For a moment he was stunned- he hadn't actually expected Delta to go through it, but then again, it wasn't like he had any complaints, either.

He parted his lips softly, allowing Delta to smoothly slide his tongue in and entwine with his, pressing him harder against the chair.

His head felt muddled with all the hormones running through his body. His senses dulled, which was why, when Delta bodily lifted him from the chair and slammed him against the nearby wall, he didn't think twice of it before entangling both his hands in the silky but short strands of the officer's hair.

He would later deny that he had ever let out a whine when Delta had pulled back, but then his confused mind had been too slow to realise that his hands were already cuffed behind his back and he was turned around, his face pressed against the wall.

Amane's face turned hot as Delta ground his half-hard erection against his back, their hips aligning in the loveliest way.

Delta leaned in, lips barely brushing against the shell of his ear, "So, I take it that you don't mind?" He emphasized his hold over the green eyed male as he pressed the handcuffs harshly against Amane's hands, making him cry out as he felt the bitingly cold steel of the handcuffs digging painfully into his skin.

Oh God, that voice‒ Amane was going to die. He probably shouldn't have tempted Delta‒ but hey, it wasn't like he really minded.

"I don't," Amane replied, and‒ was that cracking, aroused voice his? "I don't... mind... What I do mind... is that..."

Even when he was panting, he turned his head around and looked Delta dead in the eye, giving him an innocent smile.

"Do you really... Think that... You can get- get me to- to crack... When it took you more than... Two hours... But y-you haven't even... Managed to... Do that... Yet...?"

Delta secretly marveled at the green eyed male- he was the first (and only) person to talk to him, insult him like this, even when he was bound and flustered out of his mind.

Delta didn't let it affect him, because it was evident that Amane was far more affected than he was. Looking at his flushed cheeks and the anger in his green eyes, Delta knew that he hated that he was so affected.

And Delta loved the fact that he was affected because of him.

Amane didn't make a single sound; even when his head was gently tilted back, even when Delta rubbed his hands over his throat in a way that was reminiscent of an owner rubbing their pet, even when the gesture was so insulting and even when he wanted to snarl at the officer for treating him like this‒

Because he didn't want Delta to see how his actions were slowly making him go insane‒

And he was failing because fuck, Delta the bastard knew exactly what he was feeling.

Which was why, when the hands on his neck suddenly dipped down and tore open his kimono from the front, he couldn't suppress the startled cry, nor could he hold in the soft groan of discomfort as Delta swiftly turned him around and pinned him with his back against the wall.

His eyes were half-lidded, clouded over with lust and Delta wanted to see his eyes fly open, wide with pleasure.

He shuddered as Delta leaned in and gave a long lick across his collarbone, one hand holding his hands in a tight grip above his hand and the other treading through his hair to tilt his head back and expose his golden skin to hungry red eyes.

He had to withhold a gasp as Delta teasingly raked his lips over his sensitive neck, and then the green haired make bit down with a vengeance that made blood rush through Amane's body and pool in his gut.

Delta smirked as he felt the evidence of how turned on Amane was rubbing against his thigh.

"I don't think you need to worry about me," Delta pressed butterfly kisses down his chest and enclosed his mouth around a pink nipple, "I'd worry more about you, seeing as you're the one trembling and writhing, not me."

Delta drove his point home as he smoothly trailed his hand down Amane's frame until his hand found exactly what it was looking for. He wrapped his hand around the erection and began to jerk him off through his pants.

Amane promptly forgot how to articulate words.

(Delta wanted him to forget how to think.)

As satisfying as this was, Delta wanted the other to completely lose composure.

So, he fluidly dropped to his knees, smiling knowingly up at Amane as he heard the soft whine that the green eyed male let out when he stopped with his ministrations.

Amane was disoriented (he pointedly refused to admit that it was because Delta was very good with his hands) but he managed a mocking (shaky) smirk, looking down at the officer on his knees.

"Oh look how the mighty have fallen~ The great Delta Akane on his knees! What a shame..."

...In retrospect, he should have probably shut up before he put his foot further in his mouth but he was too elated at Delta's positively murderous expression to really care.

"Hey, at least this position looks good on you."

The response he got wasn't what he'd expected.

Delta's face abruptly went blank before a truly fearsome smile took over, and Amane could have sworn that his red eyes were glowing like a devil. He was almost convinced that Delta would sprout devil horns out of nowhere...

Delta didn't say a single word.

And Amane's cheeks exploded in colour as Delta leaned forward, daintily parting his lips and taking Amane's zipper between his front teeth, dragging it down in a manner so sexy that all the blood in Amane's body rushed south (except for his face which felt like an oven.)

Amane couldn't quite stifle the groan, a lump lodged in his throat as Delta's arms wound themselves around his hips and pushed down his trousers. He blushed brightly as Delta raked his eyes over his naked skin, looking like he was going to ravage him.

Delta looked up at him, staring him dead in the eye‒

And then all conscious thought fled him as Delta wrapped his mouth around his cock and took him down to the hilt.

Luckily for Delta, Amane was too lost to notice Delta choking on having suddenly swallowed him all the way.

Amane moaned out loud, and Delta had to collect himself as satisfaction and lust, equal parts, ran through him.

Amane desperately tried to hold onto the last fragments of his sanity as Delta showed him exactly how many things he could do with his mouth, but he couldn't hold back the unrestrained sounds that Delta squeezed out of him.

His knees buckled as Delta ran his tongue roughly across his slit, and he had to hold himself back from dropping to his knees as Delta repeatedly bobbed his head up and down, and he cried out as Delta held his hips down in a bruising grip, and when Delta lapped up the precum that was steadily dripping from his tip, he thought he might just lose it, but then Delta hummed appreciatively around his cock at the taste, the vibrations running through him and settling deep in his bones‒

He did lose it.

He screamed as murderous pleasure raged through him, and Delta choked but swallowed all of him.

He was so spent that he couldn't even muster the strength to protest as he fell right in Delta's arms, still shuddering.

He couldn't meet Delta's smug smile and huffed at the arrogance practically radiating off the officer.

There wasn't anything to be said. He couldn't say anything- not only because he was too out of it, but also because he didn't want to hear anything about how Delta had turned the tables on him and made him scream.

"So..." Delta started, but he was interrupted when Amane said, "It's Makoto Kinomiya."

Delta's eyes widened. Clearly, he hadn't expected him to actually tell him.

But he nodded, "I assume you're telling the truth?"

"I'm many things, Akane, but a liar isn't one of them. You got the answer out of me fair and square. Makoto Kinomiya is the Tsuki killer."

Amane huffed as he tried to get out of Delta's grasp, "We're done here, right? Take off the handcuffs!"

Delta's eyes glinted wickedly as he wrapped his arms around him and settled him back against the wall, joining their foreheads. "What gave you that idea? Technically, you still have to face the consequences of misguiding the police~"

Amane would have shrugged uncaringly, but he had a feeling as to what the 'consequences' were.

Delta brushed his lips teasingly over his own, and Amane could feel him forming the syllables more than he could hear him speak.

"So... ever had the taste of defeat?" Delta grinned against his mouth, and when Amane tilted his head confusedly, Delta firmly pressed their lips together, sliding in his tongue and making Amane taste his own essence.

Amane started laughing incredulously. He had no idea that Delta of all people could be so... silly.

"So you do have a sense of humour," Amane grinned, "Nice to know you're not just a stone faced sourpuss."

Delta gave a small smile, so small that he had to blink to make sure it was really there. But it was gone as fast as it had appeared.

"So... ready to face your consequences?" Delta murmured against his neck, and he fought down a blush, feeling the other male's hard on that hadn't been taken care of.

He just nodded mutely. Delta gave a satisfied 'hmm' and wrapped his hands around the handcuffs that were still on him. He pressed them against his wrists as if he hoped that they left the imprints on him forever.

"Well, then I'm not going to let you forget."

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......

This went wayyyy out of my hands cause the characters wrote themselves.

The last line has kind of a double meaning (not that kind of meaning) the statement on the surface means that Delta won't let Amane forget the 'consequences' well... The official ones for misleading the police (Amane doesn't give a shit) but Delta also means that he won't let Amane forget the... Things... That have happened between them because they're drawn to each other for the intellectual challenge they pose and because they relate to each other and Delta might or might not have a teeny tiny soft spot for our carrot yoga boi so... Um... Yeah-

Kinda Romeo and Juliet vibes?

I just didn't want to write "So and so fall in love magically and then do the deed"

(My poor attempt at justifying this... This... Piece of sh- art, piece of art)

And, yes I killed off Amane's parents, poor bby :'( which is why he has a bias against the police for failing to help him

Also, I was wondering... Should I do Ranjiro x Hikaru? I've noticed that for some reason it's reaaallly popular (And I also love the fact that a rare pair is popular).

Anyway, see y'all next time~