((Gallavich Ian/Mickey)) I'mma teach ya how to behave

"Mickey, meet Lip!"

Mickey heard someone knock on the door and saw the guard Frank walk over, checking through the peephole and smirking.
"Mr. Gallagher, Lip is here."
Mickey felt first of all a sting of jealousy. He didn't know why but he fucking hoped that Ian didn't fucked a whore now and then and he prayed that Ian would send the visitor away - especially now in Mickey's humiliated situation.

He had been forced to sit next to the table on a little pillow, while Ian had his coffee and read his paperwork, like a fucking dog. He was just sitting there and keeping Ian company. Or maybe company was the wrong word. He more entertained him. All he had on his body was his boxers, and to be honest it felt like a little blessing when it came from Ian to give him permission to wear anything at all.

Mickey's ass were still sore and it hurt to just sit down and he growled lowly but didn't bugged Ian, scared that he'd punish him.

"Let him in," Ian smiled and stood up, cupping Mickey's chin gently, "now, you don't talk unless I let you, am I making myself clear?"
The boy sighed and nodded, getting a big smile from Ian that made his heart pound faster.
"Good boy.." Ian turned to the kitchen entrance and soon enough a boy with blonde hair walked in. He walked over to Ian, that was just a little taller, and hugged him. "It has been pretty long since we just met and talked, don't you think?" The man asked with a grin and ran a hand through his messy hair.
"What can I say, much at work and now I got job to do at home too..." Ian started to chuckle and he gestured to Mickey that still was sitting by the table on the little pillow and stared at them in annoyance.
"Oh," The man nodded and he reached down to shake Mickey's hand, "I-I'm Lip."

Mickey shoot him an angry look and he glanced at Ian, literally begging for him to get permission to leave the room.
"Come on, Mickey, say hi."
Ian nodded to the other man and grinned. Apparently he enjoyed humiliating Mickey, and Mickey was tired of his shit.
"Oh," he mimicked Lip, "fuck off!"
Instantly Ian grabbed his hair and bent him over the floor, ignoring Mickey's winces and Lip's shocked gasp.
"You seriously want some more lashes?"
Mickey growled angrily but didn't answer.
"Ian..." Lip whispered and stroked down Ian's back carefully and softly, trying to calm him down, "let the boy go..." he eyed Mickey's bum and hummed, "I think he's been taught enough for today."
"Apparently not enough..." Ian gritted out and looked from Mickey to Lip.
"Are you Ian's whore too?" Mickey spit out and hoped that the man would help him, though Lip only shook his head with a little giggle.
"Trust me, I'm not."

The boy started to whine in Ian's harsh grip and he turned to look at him with tears in his eyes, just meeting some sort of enjoyment. And yes, Ian found it enjoying to watch the smaller boy fall apart beneath his hands, just like he had been falling apart for Ian's cock.

"I know something that'll teach you real good..." Ian muttered and snapped his fingers, "Kev! Get my handcuffs."
Mickey panted and he arched back, succeeding to get away from Ian's grip just to get into another tighter pair of arms from the visitor.
"Calm the fuck down.." Lip sighed tiredly and held one of Mickey's musculated arms while Ian grabbed his other one.

Soon enough, the tall guard entered the kitchen and frowned at the sight. His hand that held the cuffs shivered a little and he gulped. "What are you doing? H-has he.."
"He've been really bad." Ian snapped, "and I'm not paying you for asking questions. Give them to me." Without waiting for Kev to pass him the cuffs Ian resolutely grabbed them and cuffed Mickey's hands behind his back and pushed him roughly towards Kevin.

The teen yelped and tripped and would've fell if the guard wouldn't had picked him up and he held him gently.
"Get him into his room." Ian said carelessly and turned to Lip with a soft smile.

Mickey growled loudly and swore over them while getting led by Kevin to his room and the big man pushed Mickey to his bed on his tummy so he wouldn't get up easily.