Gallavich Fluff & Smut

Vengeance Pt. 2 (the continuation)

Written By: Serendibitephan on Wattpad.

Reccurence (sequel to Vengeance) 
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Mickey walked past Ian, down the stairs and away from the Gallagher house. 

He was about to turn a corner when he heard someone running behind him... approaching him. The image of Ian's furious face flashed in his mind.

He turned around a second too late. Ian had already threw a blow across his chin making him stumble back. Before he could catch his balance, Ian was punching him again and Mickey instinctively started punching back. 

In a minute, they were on the road whacking each other. This went on for a while, both men taking their anger out on each other. Finally Mickey yelled "STOP!" and untangling himself from Ian, stood up. "Fuck's all this for!?" he added, watching Ian stand up too. 

"the fuck you were blowing Lip for!?" Ian said loudly, frowing and spitting blood.

Mickey raised his eyebrows in surprise. "I didn't come and fuck you up when you went sucking that fireman's dick!" he shouted back. after a moment's pause, in which he rubbed blood off his lower lip with the back of his hand, he shouted again, "you fuckin left me bitch! you do whatever the fuck you want and the moment I try to get over you, you go all fuckin righteous on me!?" 

Ian looked around in the darkness, "Are you mad? he's my fucking brother!" 

he wanted to be mad at Mickey for the right reasons - for mouth fucking his brother on his own bed. but he knew full well that all this was coming from the hurt he felt at seeing Mickey like that with another man. another man, who was his brother! it was all too messed up to actually admit, though. 

"look, if you're done being mad for no reason, I gotta go work." Mickey said. he might have been rolling his eyes and shaking his head but he was thankful he got some kind of response from Ian after months and months of passing by and seeing him pretend he didn't exist. He couldn't say it made him essentially happy, but it did feel like a relief. He just didn't understand his feelings anymore. 

"work? at this time of night? where are you going?" There was a bit of desperation in Ian's voice that Mickey didn't notice. he just yelled back "Work!" with his back to Ian as he walked away, deciding to clean up his face when he got there.

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Five in the morning, a knock at the door of the Milkovich house. No one answered the door. the knock was inaudible, anyway. Or was no one home? Two knocks. louder this time. still no one. Three knocks. 

"the fuck!" Mickey woke up with a start, looked at the clock beside his bed and walked out of his room to answer the door. Which was now getting knocked as if the person was trying to break it.

Rubbing his swollen eyes, he mumbled to himself, "this better be fuckin Obama I slept like an hour ago." he would never have woken up at this ungodly hour if he hadn't been the only person currently living in the house. 

the door opened. A hand in mid knock. "The fuck you want." Mickey's cold words disappearing in the air.

"where did you go last night?" Ian asked with as much command as he could muster in his voice - which was alot.