Note: This is an original one-shot! It's also a bit long and smutty. I hope you enjoy it though!

Pairing: Vancat

Tyler clenched his teeth at he watched Evan lean back in his chair, smirking at the person interviewing him. "That little bastard," he hissed between his teeth.

The man apparently had enough of Evan's shit and stormed out of the room, seconds later entering the one Tyler was in. "I just can't take it!" he huffed. "If he says one more smart comment, I'm going to shoot him!"

Their boss sighed. They had been trying to get information from Evan for about a month now, but he wasn't budging.

"Alright, let's pack it up for the night. We'll try again tomorrow."

"Wait, boss! Can I try?"

"Tyler, we know how much you hate Fong; you're going to break his neck the second you walk into that room."

"Hey, you have to give me a shot here. Who knows, maybe I'll get something from him." The boss sighed and gave him a look that Tyler knew all too well.

"Fine. But I'm going home. If you do get anything, write it down, unless the others are staying at well."

Everyone else in the room shook their head, which meant that Tyler was going to be there alone. "I trust you, Wine. Don't fuck this up." Tyler gave a salute, which the boss just sighed at.

As soon as everyone left, Tyler made a beeline to the interrogation room.

He was going to get something out of this little fucker if it was the last thing he did.

He made sure no one else was around, and he walked into the room. Evan turned his head to look at Tyler, still smirking. He looked Tyler up and down before whistling. "Damn, why didn't they bring you out sooner?"

Tyler didn't respond; he knew that if he did, he'd probably end up doing something he would regret later. He silently put the pictures in front of Evan before taking the seat from the other side of the table. "Ooh, you're the silent and brooding type, are you? I can work with that." He glanced down at the pictures before shoving them away. "And I already looked at those sweetie. I told you what I got. What else do you need?"

"The truth, smart-ass," Tyler hissed. Evan's cocky attitude was already getting to him, which wasn't a good sign. And he had no one to stop him this time, which was even worse.

Evan's smirk grew wider. "Ah, so you do speak! Very nice, very nice... And I already told you the truth, smart-ass," he mocked. Tyler clenched his hand into a fist under the table. He didn't blame the other guy for walking out; this guy was a pain in the ass.

"I need all of it, Fong. Start talking."

"What do you mean?" Evan inquired, tilting his head to the side and feigning innocence.

"I mean, you're not telling us everything you know. So you better take the easy way out and just say something now."

Evan raised an eyebrow, "And if I don't?"

"Then we'll have to go the hard way."

"May I ask what that way is?"

Tyler suddenly smirked and leaned back in his chair. "I can't tell you, but I can show you. That is, if you don't just come out and say what you need to."

That piqued Evan's interest. "Well, sweetheart, then I guess we're just going to have to go the hard way."

Tyler continued to smirk, "I guess so." He got up from his chair and walked over to Evan's side of the table. He forcefully pulled Evan's seat back, pulled him up and slammed him against the wall. "Try being smart now, fuckface," his hissed.

Evan didn't even wince, and his expression never changed. "They must be really desperate if they're letting you do this. Or are you doing it on your own accord and someone is going to come through that door any second to stop you? It would be a shame if they did, this was just getting good."

Tyler's smirk widened and he leaned down to Evan's ear. "No one's here but us two, sweetheart. So I can do anything I want, and no one would know," he growled. Evan's smirk dropped. Most of the time people like him had some sort of leash, but not this time. It was kinda a turn on for him, if he was being honest.

"Now you're going to tell me exactly what I need to know."

"Or what?" Evan asked, pushing himself up against the man in front of him. That turned out to be a bad idea, as Tyler pushed Evan back against the wall, but now had a leg inbetween Evan's own legs. Evan nearly choked on his own spit and regretted his previous decision.

"Or," Tyler murmured, "you won't be walking for a month, and you'll never see this ever again." Evan gulped, but still felt a little cocky. He managed to smirk at Tyler.

"How about we make a deal? You give me the night of a lifetime, and then I'll tell you everything I know."

Tyler raised an eyebrow, "How do I know you're not lying?"

"Because you've got me wrapped around your little finger, and you know it. Might as well take what's yours, hm?"

That gave Tyler all the confidence he needed to continue. His mouth was soon on Evan's, devouring everything the Canadian had to offer. Evan's hands were the ones to wander, reaching just about everywhere they could.

Eventually they slid down to Tyler's pants and fumbled with the button, trying to get it undone. Tyler chuckled and let Evan do his thing before he worked on getting Evan's clothes off.

Soon their clothes were on the floor, and Tyler was holding Evan up against the wall. Tyler stuck three fingers in his mouth, covering them in saliva. Then he worked on Evan, who was practically trembling with want at this point. "A little impatient, are we?" Tyler hummed, only slightly (very) amused.

"Just shut up and keep going or you aren't getting anything from me, asshole," Evan hissed.

"You better keep your mouth shut then or I'll go in without anything. Or I could just leave you here all hot and bothered. I'd love to see you squirm around in your seat tomorrow, knowing that I'm watching in the other room, enjoying every bit, knowing that you never got to finish and are desperately wanting to do something when you can't," Tyler sneered.

That got Evan to shut his mouth real quick (which Tyler was a thankful for. If he says he's going to do something, he's going to do it, just out of spite. It's something he can't really control. And bringing pain to someone isn't exactly on his agenda, and if Evan was squirmy during the next interview, there would definitely be questions asked about what happened during Tyler's "interview". That wouldn't be good for him at all).

"Hurry up," Evan groaned, resting his head on Tyler's shoulder. Tyler tsked,

"Ah, ah, ah! What did I say about being impatient?" Evan suddenly blushed, and kept his head low.

Soon he was whining, trying to get more without being obvious. But Tyler, being the great detective he is, found out really quick.

"Fine, I'll stop teasing, you greedy bitch," Tyler grumbled with a playful smirk.

Evan blushed again. Well, so much for being subtle.

Tyler removed his fingers, which caused Evan to whine. Tyler rolled his eyes and resisted the urge to call Evan a little bitch (he had actually been resisting the urge to say that this entire time. So what if he was about to fuck the guy, he still felt like being a dick. It was only fair since Evan was like that beforehand. Though Evan isn't being cocky at this point, and the thought of that made Tyler smile a little more. He counted that as a win against the attractive bastard).

Before Tyler did anything, he leaned into Evan's ear and whispered "You better give me the information after this, you bitch." Evan groaned and leaned his head back against the wall. Why did the attractive ones have to be dicks?

"I already promised, didn't I? So you better get started, fucker, or I won't hesitate to tell your boss exactly what happened here," Evan hissed back.

"With your cocky attitude, maybe I won't. And sweetie, do you really think they'll believe you?" Tyler questioned, roughing going in. Evan gasped and grabbed Tyler's arm to keep him steady.

"Fuck, give me a warning next time," he mumbled.

"Why should I? You haven't done anything for me, so why should I comply with your needs?" Tyler asked teasingly. Evan was getting visibly irritated, and that's just what he wanted.

"Because I'm going to give you the information you need-"

He cut himself off with a sharp gasp. He wasn't expecting Tyler to start thrusting already (he realized later that he did it without warning, just like before. Asshole), but it brought him out of all thoughts except one: Fuck, this feels good.

He moaned and dropped his head to Tyler's shoulder once more. Tyler nipped at his neck, but didn't make any marks; he didn't want them finding out about this little "ordeal". He moved slowly and took in all the gasps and moans Evan was emitting. "Just like that, baby," Tyler groaned, taking no shame into feeling Evan up while he was at it. He had to admit, he was loving this so far (he didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. He decided to put it at neutral right now; he'd figure that part out later).

Evan was taking no shame in moaning like a bitch; no one was there, so he could scream and whine and make as much noise as he wanted (which was a relief to him; he hated being quiet when it came to shit like this). The only problem was that he didn't know this guy's name. He couldn't scream it to the world, though at this point, he probably wasn't going to be speaking any sense after this.

Evan gasped and choked when Tyler hit something. "Fuck, do that again," he breathed, his nails beginning to dig into Tyler's arms. Tyler smirked and did, and got the same reaction as before. "Oh, fuck," Evan whined. "Keep doing that, please." Tyler was too far in at this point to be a tease, so he kept going. It's not that he was going fast or hard, he was just hitting the spot over and over again. It was fun seeing Evan just completely unravel right then and there, for him and only him.

Evan was trembling, his head was spinning, and he was seeing spots in his vision. He was near his breaking point. One little push from Tyler was all he needed to be done.

And Tyler gave him that push. The push wasn't all that much, but it was enough. Tyler had kissed him, and the sparks began to fly past Evan's closed eyes as he practically sobbed out a scream when he came. He pulled back to gasp for air. He leaned his head back against the wall, panting. Tyler still had him held up against the wall, also done.

Evan hadn't expected Tyler to kiss him again. It was a small peck on the lips, but it was a kiss nonetheless.

Tyler helped Evan get his clothes back on after he got his on, and then helped him sit back in the chair. Evan still looked dazed as hell, but in an attractive way Tyler couldn't help but notice. He didn't admit to himself that he'd love to see Evan like that again. Instead, he leaned back and smirked at Evan. "My part of the deal is done. Now it's your turn."

Evan wanted to punch Tyler for not only being a prick, but being super attractive while doing so. It just wasn't fair.

Evan groaned, "You can't let me rest after that for a few minutes? I'm still in pain from you shoving me against the wall, dickhead."

Tyler's smirk never faded when he leaned forward and caught Evan's face, bring Evan closer. "I could have easily bent you over this desk if I wanted to, sweetheart. That would have hurt way more, trust me." He kissed Evan on the lips again and leaned back, letting go. Evan blushed, but frowned and crossed his arms.

"Are you always this much of an asshole?" he asked.

Tyler shrugged, "No, I'm only this bad when there's another attractive asshole that won't tell me what I want to know." He leaned forward again. "But if you do tell me, then I might consider taking you out on a date after you get out of here. Unless you just want us to be fuck buddies, I don't have a problem with that either. Just as long as I get to see you all done like that for me again."

Evan blushed again, and this time didn't look Tyler in the eyes. "... A date would be nice," he mumbled, semi-hoping that Tyler didn't hear. Tyler did hear, however, and sat up straighter.

"Well then I suggest you start, sweetie," he purred, waiting for Evan to start explain all the details he knew as he leaned in his hand to look even more obnoxious.

Evan rolled his eyes and sighed. He started relaying the events, which Tyler jotted down as they went along.