Gallavich ||One Shots||

"Fuck" [Angst]

Trigger Warnings: Rape, physical fighting
Set: after season 11
Prompt: A new neighbour just moved in next door. Ian goes to say 'Hi' being polite, while Mickey went to the store.

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It had been 15 minutes since Mickey left to go to the store. He should be coming back in about 20 minutes. Ian sat on the couch waiting. Nothing to do. Laying around. Doing nothing. Bored. Really bored.

That's when he tough about the neighbour that moved in yesterday. Maybe he should go say hi? Mickey won't come back until at least 20 minutes and he has nothing to do anyways. What could go wrong?

He got up from his seat walking over to the door. He quickly slipped his shoes on and opened the door. He closed it back behind him before going over to the door a few feet from him. He knocked on the wooden door, a few seconds passing. Than the door opened; a tall man, taller than Ian visibly stronger than him as well. Brown grey hair, a small beard. He was at least 40-45 years old. That's when Ian recognized him and the man also did.

"Long Time no see. You still in business?"

Ian sight crossing his brows. "No, actually I'm married." The taller man frowned, but quickly turned it into a pervy smirk. He took a step closer putting his hand on his waist.

"Doesn't mean we can't have fun? Like old times, huh?"

Ian quickly pulled away frowning, "Jesus, no!"

The redhead turned away walking back to his apartment. Then a hand grabbed his wrist pulling him inside his apartment. Ian was taken back and had no time to process. Before he knew it he was being towered over slammed against a wall.

Ian was being taken advantage of in his own apartment. Obviously he wasn't going to let that happened without a fight.

"Get the fuck off me before I fucking kill you!" Ian yelled. The taller man gave a low chuckle before receiving a punch to the face making him budge a little. He immediately trough a punch back and took his knee up to Ian's stomach. The redhead double in half holding his stomach the pain shooting in every part of his body.

"I'm already hard, so you do not get a say in this."

The older man took Ian by the collar bringing him over to the bedroom. He quickly pulled down his pants before unbuckling Ian's belt and pulling his pants down. "God damnit stop!" Ian yelled.

The older man's grip tightened as he spit in his other hand. Starting to stroke his dick before forcefully pushing himself inside Ian. The younger couldn't feel anything, but pain. No prep, no lube, but most importantly no consent. The older one didn't wait before starting to trust in Ian.

"Fucking stop!" Ian finally managed to get out with the pain shooting trough his body.

The older one didn't respond as he tightened his grip again. He started trusting harder in him as blood started forming. Each trust making Ian feel the most pain he ever did. He tried fighting back, it didn't work. It hurt. It hurt physically, but mostly it hurt mentally. He couldn't get him off. Now he was getting taking advantage of from an old Client of the Fairy house in his own appartement. His husband would get home any minutes now. He would think he's cheating. He would think Ian doesn't love him. He would think Ian didn't care about him.

"Get off me please!" Ian yelled.

The older man trusted harder in him as he punch him in the face to shut him up. "Stop talking, I'm almost there."

Ian stayed silent, some tears escaping his eyes. He wouldn't have stayed silent normally. This time he felt powerless. Vulnerable. Useless. Worthless. Pathetic.

More tears escaping his eyes as he heard shuffling at the door. Mickey's home. Mickey would see him being fucked by a man. He would think Ian is cheating. He would think he didn't care about him. He would think he didn't love him. Than a deep pain shot trough his body making him yell,

"Get off me please, it hurts!"

Mickey heard Ian yell, also hearing some grunts coming from someone else. He was about to punch someone in the face, that's for sure. He put the bags on the floor making his way to the bedroom, the door was open revealing a sight he didn't want to see. Actually never want to see.

Ian being bent down a hand wrapped around his throat seeming pretty tight. Blood dribbling down his face mixed with tears. The older man trusting into Ian which seemed to make Ian uncomfortable and in pain.

Before Mickey knew it he was trowing punches in the face of the older man taking him off of Ian. He trough punches after punches until the man was practically knocked out. He then dragged him by the collar out of the apartment leaving him on the floor outside. He slammed the door shut locking it behind him.

He then walked back to the room seeing an other horrific sight; Ian was curled up in a ball hugging his knees. Tears streaming down his face mixing with the blood. A traumatized look on his face.

"Fuck.." Mickey whispered under his breath.

He made his way slowly and carefully over to the bed. He made sure to sit an appropriate distant not wanting to startle Ian. Ian flinched at the sudden change in weight on the bed, but quickly scooted over to Mickey. He didn't want to be far from his husband. He wanted to be close to him, he wanted to be comforted by him, he wanted to feel safe.

Ian placed his head on Mickey's shoulder hoping for comfort. Mickey carefully wrapped his arms around Ian laying against the head board. Ian replaced himself laying his head on Mickey's chest, his husband slowly stroking his hair trying to reassure him.

"It's okay Ian, you're okay."

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